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And call off Christmas!!! |
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Poll #1220007 Dress me for Faire Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: Friends, participants: 4 I'm going to Bristol on Sunday. Should I wear: my new sage green brocade (dust and dirt notwithstanding) that old re-made green peasanty thing. jeans and a t-shirt. stripes, plaids, polkadots - who cares! I have no opinion. I'm only here for the clicky thing.
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If I may quote Frances Hodgson Burnett - "My word! she's a plain little piece of goods!"
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Unashamedly ganked from and inspired by ianhess and songtoisis. I'm on Spring Break this week and heartily sick of all things scientific. Therefore gentle readers please ask me something that makes me stretch my sadly atrophied writing skills. The meme - "Everyone has things they blog about. Everyone has things they don't blog about. Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, thoughts on religion, favorite type of underwear, random techniques, etc. Repost in your own journal so that we can all learn more about each other! Alternatively you can ask me a question - any question - and I will answer it. Comments screened unless you tell me not to. Anonymous comments allowed."
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(Cry. Sob. Tears. Rage.) It is with a heavy and grief-filled heart that I must report the death of my beloved 30+ year old sewing machine last night. The bobbin winding mechanism is toast and the motor is making truly ominous noises. Sigh. Rust in peace old friend. Per Murphy's Law, I have (okay HAD) a gown I want(ed) to finish for an event next weekend. Craigslist has been unsuccessful, despite sending out two inquiries and I'm disinclined to go plunk down a chunk on new low-end utility model. BUT - I will if I have to...
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I find that in the past 6 or so weeks, I have had no desire to delete my journal, stop posting or in any other way cave in to a certain individuals intrusive, dishonorable and professionally questionable behavior. The individual in question admitted under oath in open court that they were using the password to my journal (which I assume they obtained using "phishing" software, keystroke logging or perhaps even my own sense of trust in this person, as grossly misplaced as that turned out to be) to gain access to another person's semi-private journal entries. And you tell me that *I* have no honor? Projecting much? So go ahead - read my journal all you like. Truth to tell, there is very little about you here. There is nothing here that I am ashamed of. There is nothing posted here - privately, to my friends or publicly - that I am worried about you seeing. This is my growth chart. This is my sanctuary, my soapbox and my time-out corner. This is my chronicle, my history, my story; I am going to tell it - good, bad or indifferent. I spent so many years being afraid of you, being angry and hating myself for it. I am done with that.
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(Unashamedly ganked from ianhess)If you read this, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and I. It can be anything you want -- good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.
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I am stunned, sickened and enraged by the situation in which my family finds itself. The person (and I use that term loosely) who is responsible for this knows who they are. You have attacked a decent, loving, gentle and blameless person. Now, more than ever before, you show your true nature. May the world see you as you truly are. May you receive the justice that you so richly deserve.
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Dear Chicago-area Peeps,
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Once again, while endeavoring to take care of my child, I end up with a nice little hematoma. On my butt this time! Ow, ow, ow, ow.... Result - stiff, sore, & bruised. I slipped coming down the stairs, landed on my butt on the edge of a riser and slid about four or five steps on my butt, scraping up most of the left side of my body in the process. I shall now attempt to drown the aches in a long hot shower.
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On a slightly less funny note, that bruise on my leg is still incredibly painful. As in it hurts to be on my feet for any length of time, I yelped when I crossed my legs to put on my socks this morning and sleeping on my right side is totally out of the question. Any pressure at all on it makes me slightly sick to my stomach and my eyes cross. No, really -it hurts so bad I start getting light headed. Fun with syncope - yay! I'm going to go sit my butt down and put a warm Epsom salt compress on it for awhile.
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Why I like having a boyfriend who is a big guy: I can "borrow" his hoodie ( which he never wears anyway) when I get cold and it's snuggly and warm and nicely over-sized.
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I really need to get up off my butt and do something useful today - easier said then done too. I'm really tired today and I feel like I have no reason to be. I didn't really do all that much yesterday. Just sat, talked, ate, knitted and just sort of hung out. Why am I so wiped out today? I feel obscurely guilty about this. In other news, C. is off to San Antonio for work. Yay - I get the bed to myself. Hiss - no warm body next to me. Ian starts back to school on Monday - thanks be given. I think it's been a long two weeks for him and I could really use some time sans sullen, moody, argumentative albeit justifiably traumatized child. He does so much better with a routine. Pobrecito, we'll get through this.
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notaboxer talked me into playing poker for a little while after dinner tonight. I'm not a great poker player, but he is much more fun and informative to play with than other people I could name. Long story short, I finally beat him at a card game. Wow, that only took 10 months..... Er. Sleepy. Bedtime now. Nighty all.
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I had such a nice cab driver tonight. As I was pulling out my planner to pay him, he noticed a guy standing off to the side in the alley. He asked me if I knew him. He didn't look like any of the neighbors so I said no I didn't know him. Something about the man in the alley must have set off his internal alarm bells. He put the cab in park, got out, escorted me to the door and waited until Ian and I were safely inside. It's not very "feminist" of me, but I truly do appreciate gestures like that. I gave him a twenty for a $12.oo fare, smiled and wished him a very pleasant weekend.
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The attempt to hold ones own in a snowball fight against a nine year old boy is fruitless - unless one throws lke Carlos Zambrano. In all other cases, prepare to have your ass handed to you.
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(Cheerfully and unashamedly ganked from skywind8)Interesting. Not the least of which is because it really fits where I'm at right now....
You are The LoversMotive, power, and action, arising from Inspiration and Impulse. The Lovers represents intuition and inspiration. Very often a choice needs to be made. Originally, this card was called just LOVE. And that's actually more apt than "Lovers." Love follows in this sequence of growth and maturity. And, coming after the Emperor, who is about control, it is a radical change in perspective. LOVE is a force that makes you choose and decide for reasons you often can't understand; it makes you surrender control to a higher power. And that is what this card is all about. Finding something or someone who is so much a part of yourself, so perfectly attuned to you and you to them, that you cannot, dare not resist. This card indicates that the you have or will come across a person, career, challenge or thing that you will fall in love with. You will know instinctively that you must have this, even if it means diverging from your chosen path. No matter the difficulties, without it you will never be complete. What Tarot Card are You?
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I did something on Sunday that was quite out of character for me. I attended the Creativity Reclaimed knitting circle at Jen's house. Despite not many people being there, I had a lovely time and really enjoyed the sense of community. It had been awhile since I'd done any knitting, but my hands remembered how even if my brain was a bit fuzzy on the concept. As I sat and chatted and my work lengthened almost imperceptibly, my mind wandered off to other things, other people, other issues. On an intensely personal level, I'm having a tough time. Insidious Iago-like whispers, my own insecurities, fears, myths and baggage are coming at me from all sides. I need so desperately to trust. I want so much for my trust to be justified. I found this article (http://www.knitty.com/ISSUEwinter05/FE I'm knitting my fears and sadness into this scarf along with my loneliness and jealousies. My hurt and my anger. I have faith that they will be transformed - by love, by hope, by time and most of all by trust. I want this scarf to remind me that to trust is the only way to live a full life. To trust is a brave, courageous and loving act. To trust is the very best gift I can give myself and the people that I love.
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