Author: etoiline

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I am a warrior elf

1. How to you get motivated to do something you really hate to do? Think of what I’ll be able to do once I get it done. Or just mope through it.

2. Have you ever been hypnotized? Do you think it can really be done or is it a mind trick? I am apparently one of the ones who is not easily susceptible to hypnotism. It’s never worked for me. I find it hard to believe that it’s just a trick because I’ve seen so many people do things so unlike them, but I am skeptical…course, I’m skeptic about most things, so that’s not unusual…

3. Bride Magazine says that the average bill for a wedding is $22,000. No, I didn’t misplace a comma, that is twenty-two THOUSAND! That sounds insane to me. I’d rather elope and put that money into a house. Or a honeymoon. If you are married, how much did your wedding cost? Was it worth it? (the cost of the wedding, not the marriage, heh) If you aren’t, how much do you think should be spent on a wedding? I hope my wedding doesn’t cost that much, but knowing the perfectionism that runs rampant in this family it will likely be so. I want a simple dress and the wedding party will most likely be small unless I marry a guy with a large family. And it’s not like I have very many friends to fill up the church, so the dinner will be easy…maybe I’ll make more friends by then, lol.

4. If you are a Realtor, I mean no offense, but these folks strike me as very sneaky. Many of the houses I’ve looked at have a sign up in the yard, but it has been sold for some time. Sure some are under contract, but why not slap a “SOLD!” sign up there? No, I the Realtor wants you to call anyway so they can snag you as a lead. Have you ever looked for or bought a house? Was it fun? What is the most frustrating part of the process (looking, buying, all areas)? Never looked…although this week I may look for an apartment with a friend. Hopefully we’ll find one that’s cheap yet cool and presentable…one can dream…

5. Do you have a quiet place where you can go and be alone? What’s it like? Would you share it with someone or is it just yours? Mainly I just retreat to my room. I can’t lock it, which is sometimes a pain, but usually no one bothers me. And I’m alone in my “office” when I’m not busy, so I get plenty of time to myself. Of course, I wouldn’t call the room quiet, what with the freezers humming all the time, but hey, you take what you can get.

6. Summer is almost over, did you get to take a vacation yet? Sort of. I went to California for Comic-Con…but it was on the stressful side instead of a vacation. Needed to be longer than five days. I miss summer vacation.

7. Do you like playing video games? What game system do you like the most (any era) or do you prefer board games? Given the fact that I was the only child but a girl, I never had a game system growing up…nor a computer, therefore I still can’t play video games. Probably a good thing given my penchant for procrastination. I’d like to get a PS2 for the Lord of the Rings games. Course, it would be funny to see my just die every time because I don’t know what I’m doing…but those board games were pretty good. You gotta love Clue.

BONUS: Can he do the things that I do? What do you do? I don’t know.

what a way to spend the weekend

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something I forgot to mention previously…finally was able to get a scanner off ebay, and it arrived in prompt fashion, but was apparently damaged in transit, and of course I didn’t have insurance on it, didn’t think about it/didn’t figure I’d need it. That is always the way. That is my life. Some piece that kept the scanning mechanism on track and level was broken. I found this out when I tried to scan something the first time…the scanner bar went down as it should but then could not return because one side had come out of line and when the mechanism tried to come back the bar jammed. So I got a prescan of the latest Orli-as-Will-Turner drawing I did last month, but then the thing jammed so we’re out of a scanner again. I’m waiting to hear from the guy if I might get any money back. I don’t really expect to, as it wasn’t his fault at all (or at least I’m willing to believe that the guy wouldn’t sell me something that was broken already), but maybe he’ll feel generous. Eh.
I also got invited to play in a softball game with a coworker’s team. It was quite fun, made more interesting given the fact that it’s been at least four years since I picked up a bat and glove…I used to be on a team in middle school and we played the obligatory few games in high school PE. The main reason I was good for the team was I could run fast… so if I was lucky enough to not strike out (mainly through the un-stellar skills of the pitcher–I walked much more than I ever hit or tried to hit the ball) I would be able to either a) make it to first base because the throw was too slow to get there before me or b) get on first somehow and then steal a couple of bases to be in scoring position by the time someone with hitting skills came up to the plate. Anyway, present tense…I actually managed to hit the ball each time I went up, and made it to at least first base each time…yay beating out the throw! But I only made it to third twice…not my fault the team I was playing with wasn’t exactly the greatest 😉 We lost, which meant the end of season ‘tournament’ didn’t last very long for us…ok by me because I actually had to get home and head to the hospital to see my uncle. The game was made even shorter by the fact we played double innings…you’d bat for three outs then another three and then you’d switch to fielding. A little odd, and it’s a coed league so some of the rules are a little weird, but hey, it was something active. I need more of that in my life. They asked me to come back next season 🙂 We’ll see. They play thursday nights (!) Everything is on thursday nights. This, most of the tv shows I like to watch during the week, SCA meetings (which of course I’ve never gone to, but I’d like to)… meh. Of course, today I’m terribly sore and that bugs me no end. I keep telling myself I should work out…and then I don’t. Where is my motivation? Scratch that. I know what my motivation is. I’m just to lazy to act on it. I can still fit into my jeans, after all.
So, before this post degenerates into a self-pity exposition, I’ll go back to reading the UK GQ article on Orlando and then go to sleep, me and my achy body. See you tomorrow.

I never could cry

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My uncle spent the weekend in the ICU. He’s still there. They’re going to transfer him to Barnes or SLU hospital to see if a radiologist can find the source of some internal bleeding. My aunt and cousin came in from Joplin and my grandparents made the trip from Richland. It was tough on them to make the trip…my grandpa’s hip has been hurting for a while and my grandma has had a headache for three days. Aunt Carol and Corey were coming up anyway for the St. Louis Art Fair, so they brought my grandparents up. We all visited at various times during the weekend, and you could just see when my uncle was in pain. It hurts to see someone you love in pain. Makes you wonder why it happens.
Thing is, obviously this is hard on everybody. Little things make people start to cry. Like Corey and I noticed that my Aunt Roberta’s (Uncle Johnnie’s wife) brake light was out. Aunt Carol had just told us how my cousin Tim had just bought his first car battery and installed it and his car is working again, and Aunt Roberta said, Oh, I’ll have to have John get that light fixed…and you know, everyone tears up. Even Nick, stoic Nick, little cousin Nick who’s now the tallest in the family, and looks just like his daddy John did at that age. And I can’t summon a tear. I feel bad that I can’t cry. I don’t know why. You might have read about how I teared up at the Lion King musical. That was HIGHLY unusual. I mean, of course I’m sad. Of course I feel the pain of someone I love being sick. But I guess I can’t show it. I can comfort, I can hug, but no tears will fall…and it’s not like I’m trying not to cry. It might be nice sometimes. Makes me feel callous not to.
Dear God, don’t take him from us yet. We need him.

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the friday five:

1. What housekeeping chore(s) do you hate doing the most? Cleaning the bathrooom.

2. Are there any that you like or don’t mind doing? Depending on the mood I’m in I don’t always mind cleaning my room. Sometimes it just needs to be done.

3. Do you have a routine throughout the week or just clean as it’s needed? it’s clean as needed…or waaaay after it’s needed…or when my mom gets too fed up. Generally it’s clean little parts until I can get to what I need. Rarely is there a full-scale industrial cleaning.

4. Do you have any odd cleaning/housekeeping quirks or rules? I like my books to be in the right places. I hate it when tissue leaves fibers on the mirror. Shine the faucets, the whole sink looks cleaner.

5. What was the last thing you cleaned? Er. The bird’s cage? Seriously, the area around the old printer so the new printer could go up.

Unwell

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There are only a few of you out there that know this, but my uncle has cancer. He didn’t find out for sure until about a month ago when his stomach felt so bad he couldn’t eat. By the time they checked it the cancer was very advanced (stage IV) and had spread to other areas. He’s fighting it as he can, but they can’t do surgery. I think he was going to have chemotherapy but I’m not sure there weren’t some complications with that as well.
But we got a call this morning that he’d been rushed to the hospital last night because he felt so sick…and he’s still there. I don’t know what’s happening because callous as it sounds, I had to get to work. My cousin is staying home from school today. My mom was crying on the phone.
I don’t know what to do, how to feel. I don’t want to think of him dying, because that would be pessimistic and I try not to be. I want him to stay with us. His family needs him…we need him. But I don’t want to be totally unprepared for shock. People don’t die in our family…at least, no one I’m close to has yet. I don’t want a trend to start. Prayer is a good place to start, I suppose. But then I get into that ‘am I right with God’ feeling that always makes me uncomfortable. Sheesh. I don’t think there’s a comfortable way to feel about this.
He got those tickets to the Lion King because he was working for someone who found out he was sick. Usually I love irony, but not this much.

Egad. I am still at work.

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But this allows me to find hilarious things like this story on FanFiction.Net…you must read it, but here’s an excerpt from the Will Turner: Owner’s Guide and Maintenance Manual…
Q: I recently lent my WILL to a friend in Cambridge, England. When she eventually gave him back, he was wearing blue contact lenses, a long blond wig and prosthetic ears. He walked in, laid one hand upon his heart, bowed slightly and said, �Elen s�la l�menn�omentielvo!� What on earth can I do?
A: Well, for a start you can stop lending him out to other people, you fool! The programming of your WILL has been seriously damaged by your so-called “friend’s” treatment of him. The “Hero” section of his functionality will still be intact (or even enhanced) but when faced with enemies, he will no longer trip them up with a piece of rope in an engagingly amusing fashion, but will instead seize a couple of bread knives, scream Elbereth!and perform a murderous dance of deadly grace, severing limbs and trepanning skulls until he is bloody to the elbows. If you wish to prevent such occurrences, carefully remove the contact lenses, throw away the wig and ears, wash off any pale make-up, put a large, plumed hat on his head and read him a few chapters of Treasure Island. It will not be long before your WILL is once more shouting “Avast!” and clambering around your rigging.

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