looks like i’ve been kidnapped. how did this happen?

HELP!!!

so who is coming to rescue me? anyone?

Good Gentles of Elfsea,

I, Madame Colete, just this minute returned from an imcomplete meeting
with Lady Sabine in the rich barony of Bryn Gwlad. We planned to discuss the
fostering of my sweetling daughter to this fair lady. Alas, I must regret
Sabine was not to be seen for more than a glimpse. I fear the sight before
my eyes was a kidnapping, leaving behind only a shred of her purple skirts
upon the ground below me. She was stolen away on horseback, grasped in the
clutches of a terrible southern knight. Due to the speed of the horse, I
cannot be certain, but I believe the dreadful knight’s arms contained a
chalice. He seemed to be of slender build, though his grip was mighty…. as
I’m certain our good Lady put up a most assertive fight.
Please good friends of Elfsea. Assist in retrieving our dear, helpless
Lady Sabine. I believe her to be held in the lands of Bordermarch. Gather
your forces, arm yourselves, and make way for the distant barony’s demise.
Elfsea is not complete without our dear Sabine.

A Votre Service,
Madame Col�te d’�vreux

Let all know -

[sabine] aaron your squires need to be punished
[sabine] can i do it?
[sabine] i’ll be your best friend…
[SirAaron1] Sabine: What did they do this time? And yes, you may punish them.
[SirAaron1] you have my permission to punish my squires whenever/however you see fit

off to think of ways to abuse my new power….

I am half way thru the busiest time of my life, and I am tired. More tired than I have been in a long long time. Mother is gone, and we are both still of the breathing - so I guess that is something.

My schedule for the next week (since I can’t keep track of it without looking at my schedule)

Today & Tomorrow - Mesa, Arizona
Tuesday - Salt Lake City
Wednesday - Denver
Thursday - Las Vegas
Friday - Home then to Trelac

BGB should have been an event I enjoyed. Their site is beautiful. The company was wonderful. I had lots of friends onsite. Great things were planned. But this was a highly stressful event for me. Nothing that I really care to talk about though. But I was too stressed and tired to party if that tells you anything.

I did take pictures. No fucking clue when I will have a chance to post them. My guess is next week… sometime.

and driving your daughter fucking crazy!

When the Hell did I become so fucking busy?

Friday was wonderful. It was my Birthday, and my friends decided to throw me the surprise party. Their plans however were rained out, and the party went from being a surprise to me to being a surprise to everyone involved. We did dinner (Hibachi) and then went to Timo and Allyson�s to hang out and ended up staying the night. We had a lot of fun. Good Peoples.

Saturday consisted of not going to the BOD Meeting, but going to work to pretend to work. Then going home to get ready for Val�s Party. Val�s Party was also a lot of fun. Basically the same people from the night previous with a few added characters for variety.

Oh and someone got something pierced. And someone (meaning Sabine) is jealous.

Sunday was War Practice and back to Allyson�s for some girl time.

I really had one of the best weekends I have had in a long time. Unfortunately, I don�t sound overly ecstatic since this morning at about 8:33 am the Hellmouth opened up to admit my Mother into my life for 3 days. One of us may not make it thru till Thursday.

I promise to be in a much better mood after when I next get the chance to breath. Which for those keeping track will be Nov 8th. Nov 8th is the next day I get to be normal.

Yes peoples today was the day I was gifted to this world.

Aren’t you happy to know me? I thought so.

Take a moment to imagine your life without a Sabine. Kinda empty, isn’t it?

Guess What? I found out a story tonight about me, but it’s a good one. So I am going to tell others.

Did I mention tomorrow is my Birthday? All of you are coming to the party I am not supposed to know about, right?

Ok so I stole this from Sarah, which is only fair since she has swiped so much from my site.

(Read on …)

In other news the Chat Room continues to grow. We now have a Duncan. Who also happens to be a shield thug. Our shield thug population grows everyday, this worries me a bit.

Happy Birthday to us in the Chat Room on 9/20/04 I started this mockery of a workday and we are still going strong. In fact I have 23 members looking to waste valuable work time chatting about timo porn, timo lap dances, and nekkid timos.

So we are a little one tracked when it comes to our conversations. All.Vals.fault.really.

Chat Archives: 12 MB and counting….

I spent the day being threatened…. Very mean things were said… Like:

[SirAaron1] “I’ll find out… and it’s better if you tell me.”
[SirAaron1] cause otherwise, If I have to go investigate, I let everyone know
[SirAaron1] ok, ** finds your blog very soon… *wicked grin*
[SirAaron1] Don’t you dare not come to our event.
[SirAaron1] Just remember, paybacks are a biotch
[SirAaron1] and between them, they know a lot of neat people, who know a LOT about you (this one I don’t believe… no one knows me)
[SirAaron1] I’m sure we could come up with something really really interesting to do to you

all of which caused me to say:

[sabine] Congratulations Aaron - I think you are the first person that I am actually going to hide from at events

He then apologized profusely and prostrated himself at my feet. (Hey they are my archives I can manipulate them in anyway I choose.) He even offered me one of his squires.

I know I know what the Hell was I thinking disappearing like that. Life went into Hell and back this week, but as always I have managed to come out the other side cleaner than before. How do I do that?

California sucked. What sucked? Lets see

The flight out
The weather
Work
My cesspool of a hotel
My big meeting
Sitting in the airport waiting for a standby flight
The flight back

Basically everything except dinner Tuesday night. The Sushi rocked!!! And the Lincoln Navigator that was waiting for me at the airport was nice too.

Back from the event� it was great. NO pictures� No comments. Just as promised.

Getting ready to board a flight to Orange County, California. Why in the hell Orange County, California decided the name of their airport needed to be �John Wayne Airport�, I have not yet figured out� but if you hear about a woman kicking some guy in the balls because he greeted her flight wearing cowboy hat, spurs, and great big �Howdy!�� that would probably be me.

Please say a prayer to whatever god you pray to that the person who sits next to me has no desire to actually speak with me. I have no desire to know where you are coming from or what brings you to John Wayne Country. Your life story will not enrich my life in any way nor will trying to get mine out of me. Although if you push hard enough I will tell you the story about how I am National Geographic photographer that travels the world documenting the migration of the magnificent Whooping Crane. I can be very passionate about my Whooping Cranes.

Hopefully between the laptop, earphones, book, pillow, pissy looks, and your thoughts and energies sent my way � we can dissuade even the most talkative retired citizen from speaking to me for 3 hours and 24 minutes.

Wish me luck� here we go!

I am off to go to a place where people don’t read my blog, and have no idea of my preference for facial hair on men … or that I would make a lousy dominatrix.

All of you are horrible people. And because of that I am not going to tell any of you the details of this weekend. Even if I do happen to wind up married by the end of it.

Consider this your punishment.

- Sabine “The Silent One”

I love October… not only is it my birthday month, but it is Halloween. Halloween means stores sell a lot of candy. A lot of candy means I don’t have to rely on Costco for my blow-pop habit. Life is good.

Although speaking of habits a friend of mine may or may not be quitting smoking. Yay for her if she decides to, but she mentioned something interesting. Her cigarette habit cost her $56.00 a month. I need to start smoking. If I give up my bad habits and start smoking, I can save about $285.00 a month. Cause between my $10.00+ a day Starbucks habit AND the blow-pops… I can estimate that I spend about $341.00 a month. I know I know… don’t say it – I am fucking insane.

Ahhh and a clarification on the earlier post… The following excuses are not valid when informing Sabine you won’t be camping with her at 3 Kings.

1 – “It’s too cold!!!” We live in Texas. It can’t get too cold. The day I feel it is necessary to turn the heat on in my home is the day it is too cold to camp.

2 – “It’s too primitive a site.” Hawkins? come on.. it has flush toilets for crying out loud.

3 – “Well I don’t know what we are doing… I have to check with the boy.” I am so disappointed in my friend. She use to be such an independent and strong woman.

In fact about the only excuse you can come up with that I am going to buy is:

“I have a kid, and my kid screams all night. If he camps near Sabine she will kill him.”

Yes I will – and yes please go get a hotel room.

I have been slacking a bit on planning some things so we are going to take care of it here. Everyone is more than welcome to answer but if you spend more than and hour a day in my chat room, I expect answers.

3 Kings:

Camping: I am heading down early to get land for camping. Who am I getting land for? I need tent sizes. As always we will camp behind the shower house close to the side road. And I want a big encampment damn it, so all of you better camp.

Hoteling: If you need a hotel room (and have a good reason for not camping with me), let me know. I know where the best place to stay is.

Food: Currently I am of the mind to let people go their own way with food. We all know we don�t want me cooking, and no one else has volunteered. Which is fine, cause the restaurant in town is really good. We just have to remember that Hawkins rolls up their sidewalks at 7:00 PM. So group dinner at 5:00 PM in town?

Party: I have been informed that I am having a party at 3 Kings. So I need a reason or at least a theme. And a gimmick. Give me ideas. Or we could do it as a �going away party� for Sarah� since this will probably be her last camping event as an Ansteorran citizen.

Next week: Bordermarch.

Today � besides having a horrifying afternoon I did at least … expand my vocabulary.

The following is a conversation that Genna and Colete had this afternoon. Unfortunately this post requires a disclaimer.: If you are in anyway offended by filthy disgusting language� especially when this language is emitted from such lovely ladies mouths� Please read no further. If you have a kid in the house… please wait till they are safely in school before reading this.

(Read on …)

Someone (not mentioning any names but he happens to be a Knight… and an Earl … and his name starts with a “A” and ends with a “aron”) has discovered my blog and my chatroom. And has gone thru my archives and read everything that could possibly be embarrassing to me, and questioned me about it…. and he asked the question that all men ask when they read the list of 102 things….

I am going to go dig my self a hole and die….. after i figure out a way to bribe him to never ever ever tell Gavin about this…. my site has way too much ammunition for Gavin to see.

Apparently Colete is plotting revenge because of something I taught her son while I was still asleep.

Apparently Colete doesn’t remember this post. Please note #s 44 - 46.

- Sabine (NOT a child’s role model)

I promised that I would not replay conversations that happen in the chatroom on the blog. But this was a good one between Val and I. Besides its not like Val actually reads this thing so how is he ever to know… (as long as YOU never tell him).

And I needed something pertaining to val so I could post this �

So without further ado.. I give you how I avoid work all day�

15:53:09 [Valentyn] Ah, peaches.
15:53:30 [Valentyn] Why, oh, why would I want M&M’s, or Whoppers, or some other form of sugar-laced chocolate, when I can have teh wholesome goodness of peaches?
15:53:58 [sabine] Especially with your diet
15:54:33 [Valentyn] Yes.
15:54:39 [Valentyn] You see…
15:54:52 [Valentyn] This weekend, Whitney punched me in the stomach, and it only broke two of her fingers.
15:55:04 [Valentyn] Which makes me think I might be softening a little around the middle.
15:55:28 [sabine] then eat the m&ms you need some flab
15:55:51 [Valentyn] No no no…
15:56:19 [sabine] i think i have another apple around here for you
15:57:05 [Valentyn] I can’t be flabby if we’re having wrestling at Spring Faire.
15:58:02 [Valentyn] Unless….is it SUMO wrestling???
15:58:02 [sabine] true true… and I get to be your revel coordinator
15:58:11 [Valentyn] I could get on board with that.
15:58:15 [sabine] no sumo *shudders
15:58:45 [Valentyn] Not very Roman, though, is it?
15:59:23 [sabine] no… half naked oiled men … much better
16:01:37 [Valentyn] This is funny: http://members.ozemail.com.au/~imcfadyen/notthenet/fantasy.htm
16:02:02 [sabine] i’m leery of any links you send me, val
16:02:19 [Valentyn] This one has no naked Timos.
16:02:30 [sabine] damn
16:03:09 [Valentyn] * Valentyn laughs.,
16:03:16 [sabine] uh-oh val looks like all your secrets are out
16:03:26 [Valentyn] “Contrary to reality, the more injuries they bear, the greater their fighting skills.”
16:03:42 [sabine] how can you possible write the best american novel of all time now?
16:03:58 [Valentyn] I’m aiming a little lower.
16:04:03 [Valentyn] Perhaps the best Puerto Rican novel.
16:04:08 [Valentyn] Or the best Moldavian novel.
16:04:19 [sabine] So if you�re writing a battle scene and it�s just getting too hard, simply have the hero suffer a wound and lapse into unconsciousness
16:04:39 [sabine] that’s good advice there
16:05:04 [Valentyn] Heh.
16:05:17 [Valentyn] There are three sorts of dwellings: caves, huts, and castles.
16:06:39 [sabine] No one in Epic Fantasy Novels ever has sex. … so that is what’s the matter with fantasy novels… not enough sex
16:07:09 [sabine] i couldn’t quite put my finger on it… but now it is so clear
16:08:40 [Valentyn] * Valentyn laughs.

and yes naked Timos do tend to find their way into most conversations with Val.