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| Sunday, January 18th, 2009 | | 5:41 pm |
more time
I'm not going to be here or MySpace. find me on Facebook. | | Monday, December 22nd, 2008 | | 3:46 pm |
year end catharsis
It was amazing to finally fence yesterday. It was recess- not a thought about form, technique, proper anything. It was just play and have fun. It was the best thing ever to fight with Ben too. As much as I love my troops, and who I am to them, it was so.....restorative to spend even just a few minutes with someone who knew me back when- who expected nothing but laughter from me. I remembered what it was like to feel "ok" again -what it was like to be a fencer back in the first days of it. I don't think I am using the right words to explain what I am trying to say here. It is not meant to be hurtful to anyone. I'm sorry if it is so. I love you Arin. I've been only teacher and hostess, not fighter, for a long time- ever since my melt down at Fool's War in April. I pretty much quit fencing then. Through the whole weekend (3 tourneys) I was perpetually asked "How much to do this..." and that and the other and place orders- even as I was trying to enter the field for my bouts. Needless to say, I fought very poorly. One woman even complained about how her shirt didn't pass inspection since her cheap skate gardening gloves didn't cover up the slit at the wrist. I spent much time running back and forth between field and camp trying to do a shop quality re-do in the field. It didn't occur to me until much later that it is not my fault if one of my shirts does not jive with the rest of her kit- no more than Geoffrey needs to redo a gorget because it doesn't work with Zen Warriors mask, or that it's Brian's fault if his Darkwood rapier doesn't hang well in an Excalibur sword frog. I hated fencing. I hated fencers. I hated the SCA. Going to an event had become a miserable thing. Kingdom A&S didn't help when the water barers left the field before the rapier touney - which the Queen attened- when it was over 90 degrees. Or that the marshals didn't announce the terms of the specialzed tourney til 2 days before the event. Then there's the constant struggle to learn and teach historical fencing techniques in, gee a historical based organization and receiving so much criticism from other fencers, of all people, for it. And million other tiny things that piled up and made me want to hang up my sword and never look back. What kept me was my orders from Porthos to keep Arin fighting. It is his passion and purpose. My disillusionment does not justify letting down my Captain or my Don. This is duty, I suppose- a quality I thought was a good one to have. The thing is, being a teacher of everything I love means I am apparently unable to just talk about the things I love. I lecture and make people uncomfortable. Great. Give up part of myself, or be myself on other people's terms. Damned either way again. All this on top of a summer that had me regretting every single day and every single choice of my adult life. Especially the ones where I did things against myself to live up to the expectations and ideas of my family, of a religion that does not speak to me, of society- things that made others happy, and me feel wrong for thinking the choice was wrong. I lived according to who I was made. Then I made the stupid, shameful mistakes of trying to fit in, to feel accepted for being me by being what people think I am or want me to be. I was told I didn't act like myself when my friends stopped by at the family reunion. I wonder if it was even considered I don't act like myself when I am around my family. So I regretted trying to fit in with my siblings. I also regretted ever following my heart and taking chances and jumping on opportunities and just rolling with life to see what there was to see. I regretted growing, experiencing and changing as those experiences harmed or helped me. It seems my life of being myself and learning by doing ruined my relationship with my family, especially with Dad, something hurtful that is unreconcilable. It's good to see the family tradition of not saying anything to the person until it is too late and only chattering when they aren't around is still alive and well. I have not had reason to believe the "Oh my god! I can't believe she....." doesn't happen when I leave the room. I know it does when anyone else does. I got the post-Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner phone calls for years. I was on the patio at the reunion. In the past I was involved until I realized what a fucked up thing it is. That crap kind of makes it hard to not always be on your guard and a little nervous. It kind of makes it hard to be yourself. What was I told..."you don't celebrate other people's individuality...."? I still don't know what to do with that. I still question myself in every conversation and wondering if I am doing right by other people. I've stopped talking to anyone, even blogging, until I can practice in my head having conversations, and letting people be who they are. I'm still wondering about MY individuality and why it is not ok to be a fuck up if that is who you are. Damned if I talk to people, damned if I don't, because then I'm being antisocial and pushing everyone away. I was criticized for grieving with my friends at Dad's funeral, instead of with my family. My friends were grieving too and they didn't feel it proper to invade the family intimacy. Nor did they feel entirely welcome to do so. I was their connection to those late nights of tea and cake and pie with Dad just laughing along. They had loss too. How could I tell them "tough luck"? Rule #3. Truth be told, not a one of them ever made fun of me for an emotion I ever had. I know brothers and sisters just plain old do that. And it sucks. All the crap about the power tools was, since I had be unable to touch Dad all those years, all I had was to touch the things that had passed under his fingers with the hope that an inkling of him remained behind for me to cherish. My inability to explain my grief, caused damage. Dad knew why I never called or was able to make it back to HHDS. He knew all the BS about the 13 years previous to his death. I did tell him everything that was going wrong. And how I didn't feel able to be myself on the few occasion when I did go back from a general lack of considering circumstances from other people. About how it felt like it was not OK to scared and trapped and to have things have gone to the dogs when everyone at least behaved like they thought that man I married was great. No matter what people like to think they know, if you weren't there, you don't. Don't try to describe the ocean if you've never seen it. I know no way to do penance to make up for disappointing Dad. I have enough regrets on my own being a beer swilling roadie who swears like a sailor, frequently in the company of sailors, and who still loves a crazy roll in the hay. Back in the day, with most of those previously mentioned sailors..... Damned every way. Therapy wise, I understand now the hows and whys of the family dynamic- why my older brothers and sister took off when ever then could, even if they made me promises about card games. Things like that are unimportant to teens, but everything to 4 year olds. I get that now, and I have learned from that disappointment to be there for my boys, whether I want to do a round of "Go Fish" or not. I'm nearly over feeling that blood family will abandon you as soon as something more interesting comes along. I understand Mom's lack of interest in my minutia of being a child. There are days I will snap if I have to hear one more knock-knock joke. I have learned to make sure I kiss boo-boos. I hug my kids. Sometimes for no reason. I will never learn to play Spider solitaire. I was very depressed when I started this catharsis. I cried through most of the way through it for being ashamed of myself. Now I'm just pissed off. Today the cookies come first, then that tennis ball had better look out. Without all this extra weight, I feel like I can nail all the point control the world has seen to date. I fence, I drink, I would, can and have move the stars for my darling love. I am not any kind of a lady. As Elizabeth the first said "There are 2 ways. My way or my way." I am what I say I am. I am not what I say I am not. And I expect the same from anyone else. How's that for respecting individuality? | | Monday, October 27th, 2008 | | 9:17 am |
uniform ramble
Private schools can do what they want. That's one of the things about being a private school. In public schools, the distinction should be made between "uniforms" and dress code. Uniforms have a particular maker and style. The question there become cost and who pays for those who cannot afford it. Public school is for the poor folks.Dress codes on the other hand....... Dress codes are necessary. Right now, Cobb County has guidelines to keep the little girls from dressing like whores and the boys from looking like gangland thugs. Since clothing is just plain old going to have to be purchased for growing kids anyway, I'm all for the white shirt khaki pants thing. Despite what the bleeding hearts say, there is no way to avoid the disparagey in economic differences. It will come out no matter what government issued clothing people are wearing. Some kids will end up messed up and bitter for it, some will be motivated by it- as it has been through history and will be forever and ever amen. Dress codes or uniforms will do nothing to change the dollars to donuts fact. Individuality in another one of the first things brought up. There are a thousand other ways to express individuality. If I may be snotty and mean for a moment, I feel sorry for people who think their clothing is the only way to show their personality. It's an obvious thing yes, but no where near the only one. Students, and everyone else for that matter, should take pride in their appearance i.e. being clean and neat, but sharp dressed or not, you had better know something. Charm only buys you about 15 minutes. You want individuality, encourage the arts and grade according to achievement, not phyichology. That is a rant for another day. Cost, individuality, and the elimination of status through equality are the surface issues, and therefore excuses. I think the down the road needs to be thought of too. In conclusion, in the long run, a simple dress code could result in more creative thinking by those who are wearing it. God knows, America can use people who can think again. It would take a while, but it could work. I'm all for dress codes. | | Sunday, October 19th, 2008 | | 5:08 pm |
huge weekend SATURDAY The boys are with their dad, so that means Arin and I are off to the mountains!!!!! As cool as the airshow is, 2 full days of the traffic and noise is too much. We started on our usual travel plan, and suddenly diverted. By dumb luck we came across the most lovely house in the world in Ball Ground. It was built in 1906, has 4 bedroom, 3 baths all new electical, plumbing, HVAC, and a sprinkler system in the house. There is a fire place in every room. The current owners were going to open a Bed and Breakfast, but the project became too much for them. The one acre has 2 wells and an out building. It would take a serious 2 full days of 4 people cleaning out til they dropped. The couple used both (up and down) wrap around porches to dump everything during renovation. And they had ferrets. Maybe 3 full days. And a really big dumpster. My heart literally ached with affection like a memory for this place. There is a pros and cons list going. We'll look at it again with a more objerant eye. Did I mention the spiral staircase that is the back entrance to the upstairs balcony? AND THEN............. We cruised up to Dahlonega, had some rocking BBQ, and took the Trooper for it's maiden off road voyage with us. We went up the hill and down the hill and up the hill and down the hill. Then we went to Helen for a super tasty dinner (who knew fried pickles were so good?!) and spirited off to Dukes Creek Falls. Good thing we can do an uphill mile in 25 minutes, because it was already nearly dusk when we got there. We stayed in the unlit parking lot on top of the mountain to watch the stars come out - that is until a racoon in the bushes freaked me. When did I become so afraid of the dark? We stopped for coffee at The Moon and listened a bit to an awesome band (like, totally dude...) called Hoots and Hellmouth. Hope they do well, hope we get a chance to hear them again. Got home around 10 pm. SUNDAY Picked up the boys in Loganville at 9:30 am. We just got back from Free day at the High. The Louvre Exhibit had changed since the last time we were there, which was cool. In the Medieval and Renaissance Treasures area were several- lots of- ivory carvings of book covers and decorations. There were stained glass pieces. I was surprised how much depth and perspective was created by the layering of different colors in the glass. The reliquaries was so lovely and there are some jewelry pieces: Viking brooches and a lovely pearl salamander. There are silver and gilt bronze statues, incense censers, cups. The icon wood carvings are so lovely. I saw 1 Donatello putti, and a DaVinci sketch. Having DaVinci's notebook one foot from my face was a dream. I was surprised how poorly the scanned copies came out, considering how clear the original is, but I guess it's really not too terribly unexpected. When stuff gets upsized that much, will the grain and colors of the paper dominate over the ink and sketches? The Medieval was impressive, though I would have liked more paintings. There were none in the exhibit today. However, there are some in the permanent collection on the second floor, I think. All in all a great visit. At the instrument petting zoo, the boys discovers they love violin, bass, and chello. We colored on the sidewalk, made puppets, and did studies in achitechture. The children's theater costumes were, well costumes. Now, we are going to watch trash tv and eat a lot since 4 1/2 hours at the Woodruff Arts Center means we didn't have a proper lunch. And look up things about Ball Ground to see if it's a good place to live. Did you ever open your eyes and realize everything you ever wanted is right there in front of you? Current Mood:  loved | | Thursday, October 16th, 2008 | | 5:00 am |
<p><em>Your result for The Angel Test...</em></p><h3>Ariel</h3><p>So you need Healing (44%), Knowledge (50%), Inspiration (70%), and Strength (81%)?</p><p style="text-align:center"><img src=" http://is3.okcupid.com/users/112/250/11225140098321842389/mt1114228349.jpg" width="" height="" /></p><div>Archangel <b>Ariel</b> is he Angel of courage, nature, and wild beasts. He inspires us to live our life to the fullest and without fear, and to let go of what is hurting or controlling us. He assures us that we are never alone, even in the darkest times. Most importantly, he advices us to face our fears and fight them so that our brave actions may set us free of the boundaries that keep us from becoming who we are meant to be. <p> Ariel bestows those that have to do battle in their day to day life with the armour of unshakeable faith and confidence. Those battles may take place in court, in the form of competition among athletes, on the schoolyard, or in the attempt of protecting ones children and loved ones. Also, he is probably the best source of inspiration and inner strength for those striving to protect and heal injured animals and plants. <p> Ariel is known as the Archangel of the Earth because he works tirelessly on behalf of our planet. He is in charge of supervising the realm of Earth Angels that are sometimes referred to as the mythical creates we call fairies, elves, etc. He assists the human realm in connecting with the realm of Earth Angels and to build a relationship of harmony and balance. By doing so, Ariel and his legion of Earth Angels can help us to understand the natural rhythms of the earth and experience the magic and healing properties of the trees, flowers, rocks and soil. Ariel loves those who appreciate nature and its beauty, and rewards them by becoming their infinite source of joy and inspiration. <p> <b>A Bit of Trivia:</b> <p> Ariel is associated with lions and other animals of the non-domesticated kind. He is the ruler of the elemental kingdom, and as such oversees the sylphs, nymphs, salamanders and gnomes, the spirits of the four elements. Just like <b>Gabriel</b> and <b>Jophiel</b>, Ariel is sometimes referred to as a female. He is sometimes confused with the Archangel <b>Uriel</b>. <p> <a href=" http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=2537800488750284301&category=0">Jophiel</a> - <a href=" http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=2537800488750284301&category=1">Michael</a> - <a href=" http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=2537800488750284301&category=2">Israfel</a> - <a href=" http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=2537800488750284301&category=4">Raziel</a> - <a href=" http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=2537800488750284301&category=3">Ariel</a> - <a href=" http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=2537800488750284301&category=6">Uriel</a> - <a href=" http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=2537800488750284301&category=9">Gabriel</a> - <a href=" http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=2537800488750284301&category=7">Raphael</a> - <a href=" http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=2537800488750284301&category=8">Zadkiel</a> - <a href=" http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=2537800488750284301&category=12">Jeremiel</a></div><p><a href=" http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-angel-test">Take The Angel Test</a> at <a href=" http://www.helloquizzy.com/"><b style="color:#131313"><span style="color:#ac000c">H</span>ello<span style="color:#ac000c">Q</span>uizzy</b>< /a></p> | | Wednesday, October 15th, 2008 | | 8:38 am |
from ubig31
Comment on this post. I will give you a letter. Think of 5 fictional characters and post their names and your comments on these characters in your LJ. He gave me G. This is going to take a while. I don't seem to remember the names of any characters from the last few books I read. Only fencing manuals! 1. Gandalf- The Lord of the RIngs Trilogy - the obvious choice of a reluctant wizard 2. Gwenevire- The Once and Future King, Mists of Avalon - nearsighted, milk toasty, yet irresistable Queen 3. Gil Nobles- The Man Who was Don Quixote- publisher who funded Cervantes. Wait- he's not fictional- 4. Garret- The King's Damosel- stable boy to King Arthur, despite being blinded in a barn fire, saves Camelot 5. Gerturdis- Like Water for Chocolate- red headed sister, insatiably lusty General in Poncho Villa's army Ha! I just had to stare at my book shelf for a while! | | Wednesday, September 24th, 2008 | | 5:01 pm |
I need a geek!!!!
I have a software question, or 12. I have customers saying they sometimes have a hard time visualizing the whole ensemble and their colors. What I would love to have is a paper doll like program where people can click and have the doll be dressed in the garb and change colors until they like what they see. Ideally, it would have a running total some where as options are played with. It would differentiate between garb and armor, and different fabrics as well (linen, wool, silk, etc) AND THEN... I could print out their doll along with the ordered options list to keep in their file for my reference. Oh and for me, I would like it to have a design section where I plug in the basic shapes of my stuff along with yardages and costs so it tells me what the bottom line is for materials. Does such an animal exist? I tried searching, and I don't have enough of a grasp of the lingo to really know what the descriptions are saying. That and I've been sewing all day, and I feel like I can't see more that 3 feet in front of me :-) I'll learn about computer once they start doing everything I want. But can you really train one to peel carrots? Current Mood:  artistic | | Thursday, September 18th, 2008 | | 2:40 pm |
day early
Happy Talk Like a Pirate Day!!!! Yes I verified through Google search that every Sept 19 is "Talk Like a Pirate" Day. Arrrrg with a parrot named Chip on my shoulder.......ho ho Current Mood:  amused | | Friday, September 12th, 2008 | | 9:07 am |
I have to be this again?
<p><em>Your result for Reincarnation Placement Exam...</em></p><h3>Reclusive Artist</h3><p>61% Intrigue, 71% Civilization, 50% Humanity, 42% Urbanization.</p><p style="text-align:center"><img src=" http://cdn.okcimg.com/php/load_okc_image.php/images/0x0/0x0/0/15390872732669983599.jpeg" width="454" height="450" /></p><div><p><span style="font-size:small;">We think we've found a place for you.</span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="font-size:small;">Your answers indicate that you're very fond of the fruits of civilization... for example, education and technology. But, in some twist of irony, you're not too fond of the pressures of civilization... you know, human beings and crowds and working together. We found you a place where you could enjoy an erudite existence, live a life that's intriguing and not entirely secure -- but far from the madding crowd.</span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="font-size:small;">Removed from civilization and humanity, yet educated and sophisticated, you'll make the perfect reclusive artist... An eccentric that produces irresistibly attractive masterpieces. Your art will make people swoon, and yet you will despise your audience. Your audience will probably dislike you as well, though they will go on admiring your work. So it all balances out, and your patrons will leave you alone to shape beauty in the wild, dangerous parts of the world where people won't pester you so much. Probably, you will write under a pseudonym, and mutter a lot when a rare admirer comes calling. If you feel really adventurous, you can pursue the role of a political dissident.</span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="font-size:small;">As you age, you will grow into the role of an incorrigible curmudgeon.</span></p> <p> </p> <p><span style="font-size:small;">You artists, you're all the same.</span></p></div><p><a href=" http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/reincarnation-placement-exam">Take Reincarnation Placement Exam</a> at <a href=" http://www.helloquizzy.com/"><b style="color:#131313"><span style="color:#ac000c">H</span>ello<span style="color:#ac000c">Q</span>uizzy</b>< /a></p> | | Tuesday, August 5th, 2008 | | 12:58 pm |
super pride and blushing
snipped from posts on South East Rapier yesterday-
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Fencing armor has been a challenge for me since I have started > fencing. Either I beg the wife to make it (the wife hates making garb > to armor requirements) or I buy it and look like every other fencer. I > have to give credit to Linen Armor for the waistcoat they made for me. > After wearing doublets and shirts made out of trigger or chain shirts, > it is the most comfortable piece of armor I have bought. It fit great, > it was in the colors I wanted, it was affordable and it is washable! > The wife gave it the stamp of approval on quality. I would happily > recommend it and Linen Armor them to any one. > http://www.linenarm or.com/Linen_ Armor.html >Kurt I'll second the recommendation both for civilian combat armour and garb. Sirona's work is on a par with that of many Laurels in research and construction and exceeds most of them in its scope of utility. It is fashion to die for or in depending upon your skill...;-} Cathal. **************************************** **************************************** ************** deadlines to keep and seams to sew before I sleep :-) Current Mood:  pleased | | Monday, July 28th, 2008 | | 5:11 am |
ironic since I'm up at 5am
<p><em>Your result for The hardcore SCA Test...</em></p><h3>The Queen's Champion</h3><p>You scored 73% hardcore SCA!</p><div>You are really involved in the SCA. You probably have some really cool garb. You put a lot of work into playing the game and making sure its fun for others too. For a lot of folks an event wouldn't be the same without you. You probably have a tendancy to over do it sometimes. You may need help knowing when to say "No" or when to stop sewing and go to bed.</div><p><a href=" http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/the-hardcore-sca-test">Take The hardcore SCA Test</a> at <a href=" http://www.helloquizzy.com/"><b style="color:#131313"><span style="color:#ac000c">H</span>ello<span style="color:#ac000c">Q</span>uizzy</b>< /a></p> | | 4:53 am |
flogging and cookies
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Current Mood: amused | | Thursday, July 17th, 2008 | | 11:29 am |
song of the day- vacation blues
I'm Sick of You- Lou Reed I was up in the morning with the TV blarin' brush my teeth sittin' watchin' the news All the beaches were closed the ocean was a Red Sea but there was no one there to part in two There was no fresh salad because there's hypos in the cabbage Staten Island disappeared at noon And they say the midwest is in great distress and NASA blew up the moon The ozone layer has no ozone anymore and you're gonna leave me for the guy next door I'm Sick of You, I'm Sick of You They arrested the Mayor for an illegal favor sold the Empire State to Japan And Oliver North married William Secord and gave birth to a little Teheran And the Ayatollah bought a nuclear warship if he dies he wants to go out in style And there's nothing to eat that don't carry the stink of some human waste dumped in the Nile We one thing is certainly true no one here knows what to do I'm Sick of You, I'm Sick of You The radio said there were 400 dead in some small town in Arkansas Some whacked out trucker drove into a nuclear reactor and killed everybody he saw Now he's on Morton Downey and he's glowing and shining doctors say this is a medical advance They say the bad makes the good and there's something to be learned in every human experience Well I know one thing that really is true This here's a zoo and the keeper ain't you And I'm sick of it, I'm Sick of You They ordained the Trumps and then he got the mumps and died being treated at Mt. Sinal And my best friend Bill died from a poison pill some wired doctor prescribed for stress My arms and legs are shrunk the food all has lumps They discovered some animal no one's ever seen It was an inside trader eating a rubber tire after running over Rudy Giuliani They say the President's dead but no one can find his head It's been missing now for weeks But no one noticed it he had seemed so fit and I'm Sick of it I'm Sick of You, I'm so Sick of You, bye, bye, bye bye, bye, bye Current Mood:  restless | | Wednesday, July 2nd, 2008 | | 11:18 pm |
definition
CUNT Can't Understand Normal Thinking Current Mood:  annoyed | | Tuesday, June 3rd, 2008 | | 2:50 pm |
The shell's nuts
Since Easter Sunday*scarlet fever ran through the house *Patch ended up the hospital from complications from it (abcessed lymphnode in his neck) *Mom sold the house and moved to PA after the first sale (and all that drama) fell through *She is still blind from the glaucoma *Geoff's Dad died * Arin got a new job with a chiropractor *My sister's routine surgery (gee, you aren't supposed to have a vein there) turned into her losing 2 liters of blood and being recusitated on the table. *Andrew's surgery went fine. He's just a bit cranky at the moment Back to doing the impossible. | | Thursday, March 20th, 2008 | | 12:05 pm |
explainin'
Just going to lurk if I even log on here again. It's exhausting keeping up with big drama of everything when I have things to do. Those few good eggs are unfortunately lumped in with the bad apples. I might post just SCA stuff. I dunno. | | Wednesday, March 19th, 2008 | | 5:18 pm |
| | Thursday, March 13th, 2008 | | 7:17 pm |
united front
Thanks for all the rightous indignation vibes! My buddy the fire fighter stopped by yesterday to "help" mom and was there when the buyer came. Along with neighborhood ladies and stood toe to toe with him in front of my Mom. In a town of 11 000 you don't want to piss off the firefighters. Irish firefighters at that. I've been friends with Brian since I was 14. Contact info for real building inspectors, and the other local widows who are selling. When it comes to wagging canes at folks, it falls in the catagory of that wonderful Ron White line "It's not THAT the wind is blowing. It's WHAT the wind is blowing." Buyer guy can't speak to mom without her real estate agent there. She didn't know because she didn't know. He was playing her ignorance. House WILL be sold As-is as it was advertised to be. And ABSOLUTLY FUCKING NOT will she put up with his painters being there before she is out. She didn't know he had no right to be there. Asshole. I'm not sure she needs a lawyer as much as she needs some tough guys being be protector of the helpless types. Just how far can a capapult shoot anyway? Current Mood:  infuriated | | Wednesday, March 12th, 2008 | | 5:22 pm |
stranger danger
One o the stupid questions of history- You and what army? when it involves somebody I care about. To fight for the right without question or pause. I got a call yesterday afternoon for my Mom's best friend. Gale was beside herself with worry about Mom. Mom is completely losing it with selling the house and packing up 50 years of life with Dad. She cries everyday and the only decision she seems capable of is actually getting out of bed in the morning. Mom needs help, moral support and it would seem, protection from the guy who bought the place. Did I say guy? I meant to say pompass asshole. He shows up at the house ever day or two (mom has possession until April7) and pressures mom to pay for changes he wants to make after she leaves. He pressures her with persistant questioning until she cries and agrees to anyhing to get him to back off. The inspector ( a new one with every visit) literally threw the paperwork at her and it hit her in the chest. Did I mention she is 75 years old and only a year widowed from a man she has been with since she was 14? Her real estate broker is no where to be seen. My uncle, her lawyer is unfindable and the brothers and sisters of mine that Gale had already called didn't know what to do. So she called me here. *wrote "get off your ass and help your mother" letter to me sibs *wrote supportive letter to my Mom *called the calvary- local firefighter buddy (they know everyone in the town) - the mayor and every other poilitician's drinking buddy's daughter, my best friend *wonders if KT still has a friend at the IRS......... *spending more time in the Horseheads Yellow pages than I did when I used to color them when I was bored when I was a kid. Don't mess with the old ladies in my home town. Current Mood: enraged | | Monday, March 10th, 2008 | | 1:32 am |
who needs sleep?
Demo was 29 degrees with sustained gusts 30 MPH-on top of a hill, so yes indeed it was up hill both ways. 3 hour bear pit, Kingdom to Kingdom melee and then us Meridians took on all Atlantian comers, each in turn. We went to an actual Irish pub- not the imitations around here that stick shamrocks to the wall, then act like Buckhead. The whole SCA from the festival showed. I haven't laughed so hard that I actually hurt in way to long. A good time was had by all. Our weekly practice here kicked my butt. All of us that are authorized fought 2 newbies to get them authorized before Gulf Wars. Had a C&T class too. Our camp at Fool's War has grown to 22 folks. Orders keep coming in. Quality cuddle time. So why can't I sleep?!?!?!?! Current Mood: awake |
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