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[27 Nov 2009|06:19pm] |
Things I was thankful for:
- His family, I love them dearly. Especially his mother and brother.
- Long drives with important talks.
- Hunting down snow high up on a mountain and hearing stories while we drank hot chocolate on a stump overlooking a snow flecked valley.
- Him throwing up a handful of snow to kiss me in the snow. (and then watching him squirm when it falls down the back of his shirt and we all know he tucks his shirt in. Oh yeah, priceless.)
- Driving to my house with him, it was so weird since I always do that drive alone. And him dancing in the passenger seat to every Miley Cyrus song.
- Thanksgiving with family. Breakfast at Denny's and sitting at a table with my brother and his girl.
* Explaining to J that the reason we stop here on the way to Thanksgiving dinner at my uncle's is very important. You eat a lot here and there's less of a chance you'll be hungry when we leave.
** Having him turn to me and say, "See babe, we're nowhere near as mushy as your brother and Alex." when B stared cutting her grapes and digging out the seeds cause she hates them.
- Having a rather good Thanksgiving (once the first course was done...), First course: "Clown Veggies." A one-inch section of clown squash, sauteed spearately from the other veggies so the flavors didn't mesh/didn't become mushy. Zuccini's and red and yellow bell peppers. Oh, and with crumbled gingerbread cookies over it. It was really gross. Second course: Duck L'orange. It was okay, the duck wasn't gamey and the orange sauce wasn't overwhelming. Dessert: Homemade creme brulee with brown sugar top rather then sugar. Lovely.
- Me, J, and Mom hunting Pineapple-Guava's in the dark garden. They taste/smell horrible but the other two like them. J shaking branches and Mom and I running around to keep from being pelted.
- Being tucked in when we finally get back to his place after a very long day.
GRAB tomorrow night with loads of my favorite people. WHOO!
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[23 Nov 2009|06:43pm] |
In answer to Ari's questions:
1. Where did you get your LJ screen-name? When I first started in the SCA I was a "pirate-ninja". Everyone in our group had severely non-period names: Black Zach, Blayde, so on. I have always had a soft spot for foxglove plants. And since our colors were black and red I was excited to find a pretty red fox tail. I started wearing it, then discovered that the plant foxglove can be deadly. So it seemed fitting. A fellow fencer said it's latin name is Digitalis, so she started calling me "Dij." So Lady Digitalis to our fencing buddies, it was a joke. Since my name HAD been Foxglove.
2. What has been your favorite part of the reign? Hmm... There have been many great events... But my favorite? Ducal, possibly. Or Dangeld Tor. But I have a really, really good feeling about Boar's hunt.
3. If you were trapped on a desert island and could only have three things, what would they be? Hmm... Well, I know I'd ask for J to be there. The boy has grown up with his father's teachings of how to survive in the wild and all the gadgets he owns. But I'd also want a complete guide on how to survive in all conditions. And a durable hatchet.
4. How did you get into the SCA? When I first started learning under Blayde he introduced me to the world. I had already been to a few Ren Faires and always loved the medieval time. I went with them to Great Western and immediately fell in love with it. A few years later I met Kara and Uther, and they started making it more interesting by bringing me closer to the eric. Kara was the one to help me make more period clothing, and Uther started introducing me to more people. They also had a hand in helping Blayde get deeper into the society too, which definitely helped.
5. Did you have a background in fencing/sewing etc (SCA stuff) before starting in the SCA? God no. I couldn't even make a pillowcase! It always came out as an oval! Kara helped me with that. But the fencing actually came from a guy I liked my senior year of high school. He knew olympic fencing so to try and win him over I started taking fencing lessons at the college the fall after graduating. Blayde came in one afternoon as a substitute teacher and I noticed he had swords just like my costume rapier that I wore to ren faires. His just wasn't sharp and had tips. So I asked him about it and he told me about the SCA. And bigones were bigones.
Now you lot are stuck with me.
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[22 Nov 2009|10:24pm] |
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So I must be dumb (its a very valid possibility, I just got scared out of my wits by a huge leaf blowing across the parking lot right now.) but I'm just not understanding this thing that's going around, but enjoying reading everyone's answers.
Leave me a comment saying "Resistance is Futile."
• I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can satisfy my curiosity
• Update your journal with the answers to the questions
• Include this explanation in the post and offer to ask other people questions (I'll also answer more, if asked)
Answering all them questions...
Uhh...?
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[17 Nov 2009|12:21am] |
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When other people post their "What makes me happy" blogs I suddenly feel the urge to count mine.
- Four more days till Saturday and I get to go to Mists' Investiture with Kiff and Brother (Woot) and then I get to go see The Boy later that night (WOOT!)
- The heated mattress pad to warm up the covers before getting in, cause he's not here to do it.
- Thanksgiving at my Uncle's. Sure my family is up-tight and elegant, but his house is so odd and this holiday always allowed me the alone time to go out in the backyard and daydream.
- The Boy coming to Thanksgiving. Thank God he loves me for myself and not my family... God help the poor man who becomes their in-laws.
- The same guy loving me and still acting very twitter-patted. Gives you that warm, fuzzy feeling that makes you giggle at anything and everything.
- Less then a month till BOAR'S HUNT!! I am WWAAYYY too excited to go to it!
- Amos' turned 14 today. We realized this because he was moping around the house and kept sighing. Until Mom realized the day and cooed over him. Promising a birthday cake for tomorrow. Even though he was technically born in the really, really early hours of the seventeenth. Either midnight or later. He still squirms happily on his back and grins stupidly. Sometimes I think he forgot how he got there and that's why he's grinning.
- And the absolute best thing that I can't wait for? The week off that I get to spend with him. If we get to go up to his parent's place it would be even better! Even if for a few days.
Don't mind the wiggle dance. Embrace it.
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[03 Nov 2009|09:32pm] |
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Coronet was great, it had it's rotten parts but thanks be to God for the people I have around me to cheer me up.
What made the event awesome:
- Camping right behind my great People-In-Laws and right next to Kitty and the Awesome Viscountess and Package. Yes, Your Majesty, you are known as her Package (by me) because you are going to be included in everything now. Deal with it. ;)
- Going to the vigil and being pulled in ahead of the line. And going in with Brother.
- The Boy arriving late in the night and us staying awake a bit longer to talk. *
- Having Kitty due up my hair, she's a damned genius. **
- Wearing my amazing new Italians. **
- Waking The Boy and having him blink and then go, "Holy smokes... You look amazing!" Then going completely silent when I pulled HIS marshaling stick from it's sleeve and gulping air.
- Standing next to the PoM and trying not to giggle through the vigil as she whispered silly things in my ear whenever there was a pause.
- That night's party in the Saucy Wench and turning about eight colors of red while judging the leather pants.
- The Boy coming back again that night and showing me a box of PopTarts. "Oh, thank you." I said, half awake and thinking he bought those for me. He grinned and said, "These are for the other Royal Tarts." "Royal Tarts?" "Yeah, Ari, Kiffiny, and myself. All of us are dating one of the West Kingdom royals."
- The muscle cramps going away by the time pack down started.
- Catching The Boy proudly showing off his stick. xD
- Packing up with him and tossing ideas around for our new pavilion, jokingly. Like a tanning bed for him.
* That night when The Boy arrived I was happy to have my heater back and we stayed awake for another hour or two chatting. Which was such a great feeling to have back. It started with chats about a house he hopes to get soon, and our dream homes. This merged to event homes and we started talking about the pros and cons of pavilions and tents (both mundane and period) we've had. He mentioned his soon to be period change and asked if I was comfortable with the idea of 13th century. I laughed and told him he's not allowed to do Germans. This surprised him cause a few days earlier we had been playfully batting ideas around of what period and place we'd reign in if he ever won. He said Germans because he liked the ventilation so when I said no Germans I explained that he'd be jumped by a majority of the kingdom girls if he paraded around in hot pants. He was quiet for a long time and I knew he was grinning.
** The next morning I got up to get my hair done, my "hairdresser" is a freaking genius! She did this awesome braid that incorporated the coronet and went perfectly with my equally awesome dress. I got so many compliments on it, and while I was putting on my jewelry in the tent a party was apparently scheduled because before I knew it I had my M.i.L, the A.V., and Kitty all standing inside even though The Boy was still sleeping. It was hilarious. Then I wiggled on the dress and absolutely loved. Probably a little too much, because I ended up wearing it a bit longer then I should've. The sleeves were a little too tight, but it wasn't uncomfortable so I didn't notice. That is... until an hour after I took it off. While judging the leather pants competition of Oktoberfest I started to feel a strange cramping developing in one arm, it had started much earlier but I had stretched and then forgot. But now it was coming back in earnest so I excused myself when it was done and went to bed, thinking it would be gone after a few hours. It was barely ten and I was trying to sleep. I woke around 3am with tears streaming down my cheeks. My muscles were so tense it was making the rest of my body rigid and it was scary. I couldn't lie anywhere but my back and still my arms wouldn't stop hurting. When he arrived from work he eased my fears by explaining the medical term he called it and saying my muscles were pretty much complaining about having no blood for most of the day. And it was gone by noon the next day, but it still sucked. But oh that dress was so worth it!
I love my Principality.
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[28 Oct 2009|12:56am] |
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So to cure my boredom (and slight grumpiness from missing yet another war practice) Saturday I wandered around the garden for about an hour, heedlessly plucking up weeds or else fake throwing with the dog. He's too old and clumsy to run after anything thrown and if you attempt to toss it to him his depth perception is completely muddled. So I fake throw instead. Which is exactly as it sounds. I get him hooked, wait for him to appear eager to catch it, then pretty much pretend to toss it up while still holding it and guide it down to him where he lurches to grab it. A few times until he starts to pant or stumble even at this and then I let him have it. Which he promptly drops and forgets.
Sunday was about the time he started realizing the parents weren't coming home soon. His bowl and food has remained untouched for the past two days but he still enjoys his cookies. So I can't fault him. If he gave those up I know something would be wrong. He's pacing constantly and will sit in front of me for hours and watch. If I move he's right behind me, afraid I might leave too. The goober.
Anywho, while going to grab a weed whacker from the garage I knocked over a rod that I had sprayed down with primer last year to make into a marshaling staff.
I considered painting it, but got a better idea instead. So that's been my project for the past few nights, I only hope it turns out nicely.
Oh, and another thing about the dog. I was washing sheets and heard this odd scraping noise from down the hallway. It wasn't something hard, so it caught me off guard. But when I looked around the corner there he was, lying across so he was taking up a width of the hall and boredly licking the wall. I called out to him and he looked around at me in confusion for a moment. Then turned his head and went right on enjoying the wall.
I love my retard...
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It's beginning to settle in. Though not much is different other then he's wonderfully sweet, like we're twitterpatted all over again.
I picked up the key at his work place, stopped by Captain and Gil's biker clubhouse and spent some time there. All the while ignoring the scratchy throat. The next morning the event was absolutely fantastic, if not disgustingly muggy. It was like being on the east coast again.
That night I went home, the sore throat feeling worse. And then, thank you Mom... She mentioned it being one of the earlier symptoms of H1N1 and I, naturally, began to panic. If I had it, fine. But I didn't want him to get it. I kept getting hot flashes, and finally I fell asleep. When he called three hours later to be let in (I had his key and gate button) I returned to bed, rather surprised that the sore throat was gone.
He came in and I dove under the covers, telling him to stay away.
When I explained my spazzing he smiled and said, "Anything you got Babe, I'm happy to share it. Besides, I've got the immunity of a bull." I let him kiss me before he headed for the shower. "Says the guy with pneumonia..." I mumbled behind him then ducked when he hurled his black tinged with brown dirt T-shirt at me.
One of these days I'm going to have to get a picture of him when he's at work and when he gets home. He's a mill worker for the Sierra Pacific company and he wears a modified hard hat with welding goggles and a few other doohickeys to help him in his job. When he's not wearing his goggles he's wearing safety glasses so there's this binocular shaped area around his eyes that remains clean while everything else is all black with soot, sawdust, and dirt. I love when he comes home and smiles, because the dirt emphasizes that smile. And it's pretty hard to keep a straight face when he talks about how frustrating the co-gen was acting that day when he's standing there like a coal worker.
He works weekends, Friday's to Monday's. He technically starts at four and gets off around 2:30. However, he's OCD about being on time so he leaves much earlier to allow for commute and getting ready.
He really seems to enjoy his job, even though the hours may suck. But I'm excited that he'll make Coronet morning and afternoon at least. And he's taking Boar's Hunt off! I'll get to see Spider-Pig in action!!
The sore throat is gone to be replaced by pressure and a sinus infection. The after effects of a 24 hour cold, no doubt. That's one thing I can trust, if it starts as a cold it will be replaced by a sinus infection. Which is easily cleared with antibiotics, though the doctor's swear that's not what clears it. I finally told her, "then prescribe me a Z-pack with placebos." Sinus infections have been a way of life since high school because of all the water that would get up my nose. Every two months, at the very least. It certainly helped with perfecting the shallow dives for swimming, any deeper and I felt like my eyes would pop through my goggles.
Now, every season change. Or when the allergies are really bad.
Ah well, nothing can ruin my mood lately.
Let's not test this, shall we?
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| Blessings in disguise. |
[15 Oct 2009|04:34pm] |
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Now that it's out (Thanks Tori! xD) I guess it's sort of real.
I got the pleasure of turning his status from SINGLE to IN A RELATIONSHIP. Much to both our amusements. We didn't put names because we wanted people to be guessing.
I'm still a little lost for words, and it hasn't fully kicked in yet.
-still giggling and grinning like an idiot.-
I gots The Boy back.
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Anyone know of any glass workers? I have some ideas for Princess Favors but can't find diddly on search engines. Or at least on any places I feel I can trust.
-A
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So I know everyone else will be posting the same thing about how freakin' awesome crown was, and complaining about how effing cold that wind was coming over the hills.
So instead... the things that were the better parts:
- Having a non-scorching event.
- Goofing off with court members.
- Seeing people now that I'm Princess, especially those that had NO idea I had become Princess and looked around in surprise when everyone else was bowing.
- Standing with the others during finals and then getting a front row seat when "Father" proposed to "Mother". I proudly admit I was the one who screamed excitedly and started crying. Though I know lots of people started crying.
- Having her come up and hug me and say "You're a legitimate child now" through tears and the widest grin I've ever seen her have.
- Finding out that my champion was offered knighthood. (-insert wiggle here-)
- Getting to slip a little beaded bracelet over this little girl's hand before evening court and having her ask, "are you the queen?" "Oh no, I'm just the Princess." Having her turn to her sister and yell, "Hey Nanny! I got this from the Princess!"
- Sitting next to Mother during court and making her laugh the whole way through.
- Getting to make a friend the lieutenant of my guard and a brand new fighter a member of my guard. Though I'm a little thrown off by his thank you letter and offer to take me out to dinner. oO;;
- Going home after a long cold day and relishing a warm bed.
- Talking to J the next day and telling him everything that he missed and hearing him actually squee over the news of the knighting.
So I'm home now, organizing things and trying to get ahead of the game and be totally ready for coronet. Which means I'll be wonderfully scatterbrained at GWW.
Meanwhile chit-chatting with ex-boyfriend. This translates into me sitting here, head cocked to the side to hold the phone in place and occasionally mumbling "uh-huh", "that's crazy", or chuckling when there's a pause. He tends to talk constantly about his problems, just like old times...
Oh yeah! Wilhelm also brought me a pink Disney Princess lanyard from DisneyWorld with an Ariel pin and princess mouse pin. And an Ariel necklace. I laughed and asked, "Ariel? But I'm not a redhead. I always thought I looked more like Belle."
"Yeah, well Belle's more of a bookworm. You're more like Ariel in how you act."
I'm still giggling.
:D
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[28 Sep 2009|11:48pm] |
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So the cool thing about the Mac is that it has a really cool little function where you get to see all of these upcoming movies in high definition. And having watched all of the movies that I wanted to off of Netflix I boredly started flipping through and to my own amazement (and slight horror) came upon these movies... Mind you, these are not the movies that I'm excited to see. They're the ones that I watched the trailers with a tilted head, wrinkled nose, and open mouth that clearly said WTF?
Alice in Wonderland:
Tom Burton is the director and Johnny Depp is the Mad Hatter, no need to say it. Everyone else is thinking it:
"Good bye Disney's representation of sweet little curious girls and OCD bunnies in a hurry."
http://alice-in-wonderland-movie-trailer.blogspot.com/
Fanastic Mr. Fox:
This was a book by Roald Dahl that I used to read when I was a child. It's about the world of animals at war with the humans of their area and how the animals, in this case their leader, Mr. Fox, want to steal from one of the farmer's pantries. Anyways, the book is fantastic and I have the worst feeling this movie just might kill any future generation's interests in reading it.
However... George Clooney is Mr. Fox's voice and he does have a nice voice...
http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox_searchlight/fantasticmrfox/
OH JESUS THEY'RE COMING OUT WITH A TOY STORY 3!!!
So far those're the ones that I just couldn't believe. There were a few others that just didn't look worth their salt.
But hey, who am I to say?
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[17 Sep 2009|07:15pm] |
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So the CHP flopped, but not because I didn't try hard enough. It was because I was honest.
During the physical they demanded honesty and integrity the whole day, both during our tests and later while answering questions. I amazed myself by passing the 500 yard dash, and I mean dash because it was that. A full lap and a quarter around a makeshift track under two minutes. So you had to sprint it.
Afterwards, they gave us a personal history bit to do. When it asked about citations and arrests, I was able to answer NO over and over again. As when it came to DUI's, and when it came to intoxication I said yes, only because it didn't give levels. But was prepared to explain my answer during my later interview. But when it came to the drugs part, I faltered nervously.
My mind was telling me to mark no on all, but my heart made my hand scribble in the little bubble for yes on Marijuana. I did try it once, and I mean ONCE. It was back in February, which was even worse. But they asked for honesty, and I don't lie well. And the idea of failing a polygraph test was horrifying.
People around me told me to mark no, or asked if they should admit to recent DUI's and arrests. I just shrugged, I was not the one to ask.
What was worse, J sounded just as worried when I told him I had admitted the time. He said they would disqualify me without a moment's pause. But I still went to the oral qualifications interview.
Sure enough, I sat down and five minutes after the interview started they asked if the date I put down was correct and I answered, "yes, sir." They disqualified me until a later time due to it, two years to have it be cleared.
I wasn't surprised, and I didn't react until I was halfway home. Suddenly the tears came, and remained for some time after. I blame it on being female and it being my week, but still... It was the thought of disappointing people. Even when I was little, my brother and I never feared a spanking (twice in my whole life), or even being grounded (never), we could even deal with the god-awful long lectures. What we feared hearing the worse was, "I'm very disappointed in you."
That word hurts more then anything, and the idea that my parents and friends would be disappointed scared the hell out of me.
Mother says she's not disappointed, but rather that she's very proud of my honesty. She took me out to lunch to cheer me up and told me she was proud that I had wanted to try marijuana, and that I contemplated it for a good hour before. I had even called her and asked if she would be unhappy with me if I did try it. Again, not wanting to disappoint her. Then she went on to say that she always prided her children on their honesty, loyalty, and integrity.
"When has my being honest ever been a good thing?"
"You can't lie, which is why everyone likes you. They know you would never hurt them."
I snorted but smiled, because she was right. I like my honesty, but I can't tell you the numbers of times it's kicked my ass.
I came home and sat outside in the shade for a while, letting everything go in whichever direction it wanted to. I considered the positives:
- I'm really young, and while I could have probably have passed otherwise (maybe) I'll have more time to get ready for it.
- I'll have experienced more of the world, probably a good idea again.
Also, the equestrium is this weekend. I get to be with my favorite people, horses, and a full day of horsey goofiness.
Then, next week, I'm going up to the rope's course in Quincy, then will hopefully go and see Gabriel Iglesias afterwards. Even if we don't I miss the people from Project Discovery, and his mother, and the mountains. I don't know what's going on with all of that...
I hope the world continues to turn.
I'm just waiting for my turn.
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[23 Aug 2009|02:37pm] |
Things that I'm thankful for this month:
- Getting to go to Anaheim.
- A great Prince who drove me there, had a good chat with him. Still don't ever want to own a Corvette...
- Seeing bits of southern California that makes me even more determined never to live there.
- Getting to FINALLY meet all the owners of the voices on Ventrilo.
- Hearing the Aussie say, "So that's Addy" in his voice and accent then being able to tackle him.
- Seeing J's face when I turned to him after saying hello to everyone else and passing around hugs and only saying, "Hello." It was priceless.
- Playing drinking games with the boys until late, then watching the Aussie lose it all in the toilet. Last time he'll ever challenge a trio of SCAdians to a drinking game...
- Going to Disneyland with Fearghus, Sylvie, VIgdis, Rockstar (Sorry man, that's all I know you by), Tony, the Aussie, and J.
- Having them all drag me onto Splash Mountain, I fidgeted the whole time. I was terrified.
- Being grabbed up by the Aussie after coming back to the hotel and having to go into the pool with him.
- Getting out of pool and walking through a huge geek convention in the bar right outside the pool wearing the soaked white tank and black bra...
- Going back to Disneyland after a quick bite to eat with J and Aussie.
- Getting to see the ending show.
-Learning to drive stick at three o'clock in the morning down the Grapevine... LEARNING.
Things I learned:
- Aussie is an evil bastard when paired with ex-boyfriends. Especially exes who know how much I love water and know that if they mention going to the pool I will go and test to see what the temperature is like.
- Splash Mountain is a fun ride once the initial terror is over. But it's also embarrassing to have a five year old behind you in line eagerly jumping up and down because this is his favorite ride while you're trembling. I hate rides.
- It's true when they say don't mix alcohols. Remember the Aussie.
- How that game in Pirates of the Caribbean works. Not very good at it.
- Need to figure out a way to go to Australia.
- For a visit, not to stay. They have mutant spiders over there.
Oh, and I love my fluffy new platypus. <3
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[14 Aug 2009|01:51am] |
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So for the past month or more I've been listening to my guild on Ventrilo gushing excitedly over Blizzcon, a HUGE convention put on by the creators of World of Warcraft. Guildies from all over, including Australia, are going to be staying in Anaheim for the week before August 22nd. This idea was wonderfully exciting! Getting to meet all these friends and hanging out with SCA folk? OMG, what a blast.
Until I checked my calender...
That's the same day as the "family" war practice at the M & F.i.L's place. Not only would it be with Tribe it would also be with Sigx. How the two households became so close I would never know.
Not only that.... it's the first week of school and the chances of me getting even a day off are horribly slim to absolutely nothing. So that didn't make me feel very good. Then I figured, with the help of my Prince, that I would fly down Friday right after work and spend the weekend with them all. Murky, an Australian bloke whom I adore, even threatened to drive all the way up to Merced on Thursday and personally convince my boss to let me have a day off. The fact that he was so determined to do it and that the others were excited and wanting to join him made me even more excited to meet them all.
Until a letter came in the mail...
Da' handed it over and was just starting to lecture me on why tickets would be harmful to my driving reputation when I opened it, politely ignoring his lecture because I knew what it was. I figured it was a rejection letter from the CHP, telling me I didn't have the right qualifications, blah-de-blah. But they've asked me to come in for a written. Now I'm not getting my hopes up, I know other people who have much higher qualifications and still aren't able to pass it.
But the biggest frustration? It's on the same... exact... day... as Blizzcon.... And as the practice! So even if the whole Blizzcon thing couldn't work out I still wouldn't be able to go to the practice.
However I'm looking forward to spending this Saturday with my HoC. We're going shopping. We're going to be girls, not Princess' or Viscountesses. We're going to have fun, dammit.
And no boys, no mention of boys, with the exception of what we're going shopping for...
So little time, too long of distances...
Rhududu....
(what rabbits call a car in Watership Down.)
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It's been so long since I last posted here... I don't even think I posted anything about Investiture. In fact, I'm fairly sure I didn't.
The day went as smoothly as I expected it would, there were a few gaping holes here and there but those were just the sort of jars that were easily overlooked. Like the missed guardsmen... Oh Lord....
The ceremony went well, a bad mix-up when it came to the procession but I didn't notice. I was too busy grinning like an idiot when Father finished with his schpiel. I have the video of if from the former Princess and while watching it (I don't recall any of the ceremony, thank heaven's for video clarification) I was giggling like an schoolgirl.
During the Pas was the great first "HOLY SHIT!" of the reign and it was absolutely priceless.
While watching the Pas, Brother came and brought his throne out to sit besides me. But decided a cigarette would have been better. So he left his coronet with his fabulous girl and went to kill his lungs. When he came back a few moments later, she handed it across my attendant and I suddenly found myself with our rival cousin's coronet sitting in my lap. I couldn't just hand it back like it was nothing...
I turned in my seat and rapped on the glass windows behind me where Her Highness of the Mists was sitting, the Crowned Princess, the MiL, and Mother were all sitting inside the airconditioned hall. She looked up and I proudly waved the coronet, being sure to give my most evil grin. She shook her head in an embarrased sort of way and held out her hand.
I brought it in to her amid pleas from Brother and the amusement of the rest of the gallery inside. While she berated him I went back outside to continue watching my Pas. A few moments passed and then I felt Aine tug my sleeve.
"Um... Look at your Prince..."
It took me a full minute to see what she was pointing out. There was my Prince... chatting with the populace and completely unaware of Brother sneaking up behind him with his hands reaching for his coronet.
Without thinking I was on my feet and running, yelling at him. Five feet and I froze, yanked off my coronet and shoved it into Aine's hands before tearing off after Brother who now had his prize. Skirts gathered and still yelling I tore after him, quickly sprinting around the building in the other direction. We ran straight into each other on the farthest side of the building and I whacked him with the scepter. It was the only thing in my hands... He leapt past only to be nearly tackled by my guard who dragged him inside.
All in all, it was the best investiture I had ever had.
Well... Hopefully to be the first of many.
Since then the reign has gone as smoothly as I expected it would. There were a few moments of high stress while getting ready but that was because of all these people suddenly rushing around me or else getting right into my face and repeated, "Just breathe, you'll do great."
Even Father's stories and him politely telling people to give me space wasn't enough and I finally had to call J. Thankfully he answered and all I needed to say was, "Help me calm down." and he was telling me about his latest folly on WoW. As much as I hate that he has that annoying power to calm me, I'm glad we're friends again and I can take advantage of him so I don't have a melt-down during the reign.
This heatwave, as people are calling it, (it's July, people. It gets fucking HOT in July and there's a REALLY good chance it'll be hot in August too.) has made getting outside a chore. I feel lazy, sitting in an air conditioned den and having a really off sleep schedule. I would love the oomph to get up and go for a brisk walk. But I don't like walking alone. And even if it was cooler temperatures outside I don't think Mom would be as keen to go for a bike ride after her dog bite. Then again, I've discovered that bike riding doesn't agree very well with my hip.
All the more reason I should be attempting to run.
I had a whole bunch of other things to write about here... But I guess I'll just leave it here.
Blahblah blah.
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[09 Jul 2009|11:14am] |
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Things I'm happy for:
Two more days.
A good Gather practice and meeting.
Going to The Grad for a second time and learning more line dances.
Two more days.
Being pleasantly surprised to dance with him twice... First time because I said, "You're doing it." and the second because he asked on his own.
Learning Cotton Eyed Joe for the first time ever, and the Electric Slide.
Two more days...
Getting things cleared between me and His Ex.
My champion favors are almost done.
And now, for a change of pace....
Things that make me unhappy and other similar words:
Still not sleeping well (got home at four, sparsely slept between six and eight because I don't remember ever seeing seven on the clock)
Having to work tomorrow.
Two more days.
My champion favors not being done and me doing anything BUT working on them. Oo;
But that's all I can think of right now so I can't complain too much.
Two. More. Days.
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| Just shoot me.... |
[28 Jun 2009|03:21am] |
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It just hasn't been my day apparently...
This being a true weekend off, nothing but chores around the house, I took some time to go out to my Mother's garden out back. She has a vegetable garden and a rose one, both of which thrive and are stunningly beautiful. She's the green thumb, and many of the roses are healthy transfers from my Granma's garden when she passed on.
Between loads of laundry I decided to weed the garden, wanting some excuse to be outside and working. So I did what was possibly the stupidest thing I could... I put on my bikini, pulled on a pair of work-out shorts, and went outside. It was a hot day, one of those middle 90's so it wasn't long before I was sweating. But I didn't mind, I was working hard so it made it acceptable. I trimmed the nectarine whose branches are hanging low from the amounts of fruit, then turned my attention to the also healthy weeds sprinkled among the roses. Now we don't have poison ivy here, not in town at least. You've got to go up a little higher in elevation, and though I've never seen poison oak I've never heard of it being a problem and there's no oak trees around here so I don't think there's a risk of it.
Either way, I've broken out in hives. They're all over my stomach and have spread up through my chest in these annoying, itchy little red dots. And I know what happened... After grabbing handfuls of some sting-weed, as carefully as possible, mind you, I turned to throw them into the flowering bin. But as I turned I passed the fully bloomed lavender bush and being terribly afraid of bees shrieked and bolted when a few buzzed too close for comfort next to my ear. Resulting reaction? The stinging nettles rubbed all along my stomach, making me yell louder and dance in place. Like most human's my reaction was to swipe at them with the other hand, however this glove was covered in the nettles. So, you can imagine to volume of cussing that went on...
My first memory of the fuckers was when I was little and I was playing witch out in my Granma's garden. I loved this woman dearly, she's the reason I can never stop daydreaming. There was a TV there, but no channels so a lot of my time was either playing with my own imaginings or spending hours in a neighbors pool. A favorite game when I was really little was "Witches". My Granma, God love her, would let me go out into the back yard with a large kitchen knife. I would cut pieces of various plants, put them into the metal dog bowl, and mix it with dirt and pebbles to make potions. All good, none were evil.
One day, while running along the gravel path, I stopped to cut some grass. When I went to grab the next handful, however, I grabbed hold of a very healthy sprig of stinging nettles. My immediate reaction was shriek and run to her, whimpering from the nettles still painfully jabbing my fingers. I held up my hand, complaining of the "splinters" and feeling completely bewildered on how I got them. She explained the plant and washed my hands. Then, to make me feel better, she took some duct tape and pressed it to my hand, saying it would remove the rest of them, just like fiberglass. Then she took me out back to point out the bothersome plants, telling me they were weeds and while I could get rid of them, it's very difficult.
I hate stinging nettle almost as much as I hate bugs. Stinging nettle, however, won't come after you on accident should you encounter it. It's very easy to get away from, but God help you should you accidently sit in it. I have done this.
So it is now 3 am, and the hives are still there because the heat from my body and my blankets make them angry. They'll go away, only to come back when I scratch or move. Mother says if they're not gone by tomorrow we should worry.
I took a cool bath, which offered some relief but unfortunately I can't sleep there. But I'm thinking another shower and no blankets when I sleep might be in order.
Last time I do something nice for Mom...
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