I think that pretty much sums up my feelings on that lying sack of shit that used to be a cadet.

Well fuck…

You see stupid me thought that since year end was over at work and the eventing season is done for the year that I would have some time to breathe once I cam back from vacation. I have never been so fucking far off on my estimations.

I work too hard… I have too much on my plate. I need to give something up. Since I can’t quit my real job, (Well I could, if Colete would be my Sugar Mama) I am going to put the office of Hospitaler up for bids. Probably next week at the Holiday Party/Business Meeting. I haven’t been able to give the position the time it needs anyway. For the most part I have had to ignore the position so that means that my workload won’t adjust much, but oh well. Someone who has time to devote to it - needs it… and that means not me.

But on a happier note –

Since returning from Mexico – I have gotten in some quality friend time. Sunday Night, Coco and I sat at her place and gossiped till we decided to see a movie. We saw Alexander. Now I know a lot of people hated this movie. I didn’t. I enjoyed it.

You see, apparently I have this gene that others don’t get. Cause I have the ability to watch a movie, be it based on history, a novel, or a true story, and enjoy it for what it is… a director’s/writer’s/producer’s point of view. So did the movie portray Alexander for the man I see him as? No. Was it a good story? Yes. Were the sets fucking fantabulous? Yes. Was the costuming historically accurate? In some ways. Were the costumes beautiful? Hell Yeah. And oh my god … don’t get me started on the cast. I have never seen so many good looking men on screen at one time before in my life. I still have not fully recovered from it. I want to chew on Jared Leto. I may kidnap him and keep him in my closet. Ladies, if for nothing else you need to go and drool over the eyecandy in this film.

My choice in eye candy:

Coco’s choice:

Lunch today with Val and Coco. Got to be snarky on all levels there.

This weekend will be a wonderful break from things (again). This time I kidnap Sarah and take her to play with my Household. It should be much fun.

Ok more later… for now I have to go start checking things off my to do list.

the new design still has some kinks to work out… working on them

if it looks funky or if it looks like the same ole same ole… refresh a few times… it works i promise

cross your fingers more to come… if you notice anything wrong let me know… there are a few problems I am working on… but I may not see everything.

the main issues i see are that -

1- the header isn’t a link back to the home page
2- my directory has been pushed and jumbled with my links
3- i don’t like the links being blue… working on that
4- titling issues

Oh and what do you think - is the background too much? It may be too much… i don’t know…

other than that… its showing some remarkable improvement than the last…

Lost in Latin Dictionary!! - Need Latin Translator!!

Before the new site goes up I need a phrase translated…. help me!

There are cookies involved…

~ Sabine

UPDATE: FOUND IT! i love my friends… and my friend’s friends…

oh wait…I am!

So I have had multiple people ask me about the going-ons here in sunny Cozumel.

Well lets see�

I have been here 3 days now. Each Day has consisted of

- breakfast delivered to my room
- a 1 hour massage
- a minimum of 4 hours spent in a hammock under the palm trees with a cabana boy delivering fruitful concoctions to me
- and a theme for each night

Tuesday was of course the �Welcome Home Sabine� Party. Which involved shutting down the bar and all my friends both new and old�getting royally ripped in my honor. (Hey there always has to be some reason).

Last Night was Sushi Night � and getting royally ripped on sake and plum wine. I was personally responsible for finishing off 2 and � bottles of plum wine (and only had small bit of trouble walking back to my room)

Tonight � well tonight is a fun one. Tonight is our annual Skinny Dipping Pool Party. At Midnight we will all congregate at Marco�s home to strip down and swim in his huge lagoon. There will be general naughtiness behind the waterfall (what else do you do behind a waterfall?) This is made 100 times better by Marco�s wife homemade paella and sangria.

Tomorrow is Friday and Friday means the tourists are in full swing and the bar will open once again with Sabine pouring drinks behind re-living her glory days. By 11:00pm, I will have remembered how to actually mix a drink and will be back in my groove. This will last till about 11:25pm when the other bartenders will begin taking shots� of which I will have to join in� of which I used to be able to hold my own and still continue to run the bar slightly less than sober � however I can no longer claim this feat as mine and I will bow out early.

Then we have Saturday Night which will consist of Fiesta/pot luck at Mark and Maria�s. This will include the best damn tamales anyone has ever had and a margarita machine the size of an industrial washing machine. Since this is the end of my week and everyone basically hasn�t slept since I arrived�. This will be our quiet evening. We will have dinner and watch movies. And by �watch movies� I mean, that we will all puppy pile in front of the big screen and half way thru the first movie there will be 40 adults curled up around each other � sound asleep.

Sunday Morning Breakfast together and then we will say our goodbyes. There will be a few uncomfortable moments between the ex and I. Everyone else will look the other way and pretend it never happened. And then we will all get back to our lives�. till next year at least�

I have a hard time believing Thanksgiving is here already! I’ve been wondering what happened to September and October and, all of the sudden, December’s almost here. For the first year in many I don�t have to dig very deep to find my happiness this year. I finally have some peace in my life. I now have choices in my life. I can be alone when I want to or choose to surround myself with friends. I can sit and let my mind rest or I can go out and learn something new.

Most know that I took a vacation this Thanksgiving. I am in Mexico for some long needed R&R. Most don�t realize that I went by myself. True I do have friends here, but they are friends that understand that I am here for Sabine time. And as long as I show up for meals and the parties � the rest of my time here is all my own. For most Thanksgiving is a time for family, but for me Thanksgiving is a time for solitude. It�s on this day that I choose to remember that my life is something worth living. Sometimes it is a relief to get away and think about the joys this year has brought me.

My friends. I have an amazing circle of friends. They understand me more so than I understand myself sometimes. They put up with my shit. They let me take over and plan their lives. They go with whatever flow I happen to be maintaining on any given day. They boost my ego. They make me feel loved. But most importantly they make feel anchored. If it wasn�t for my friends, coming home from my travels wouldn�t mean nearly so much. Hell I probably wouldn�t even come home� I could be traveling 100% of the time.

My job. How in the hell did I get so lucky? I can bitch and complain about all I have to do, but when it comes down to it I am still a 20something national executive making more money than I should. I work hard but the rewards are more than worth it.

My hobby. Who would have thought I would have gotten so much out of dressing up in funny clothes on the weekends? I sure as hell didn�t� Here I was looking for something to pass the time, and I found a new realm of people that have become friends and closer than my own family. Again it is true that I work entirely too hard at it, but I am beginning to realize that the hard work makes me happy. Guess I really am a glutton for punishment.

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You know it really is cliche to sit around and think of all the stuff you’re thankful for…and I think I’m lucky enough to have a pretty long list. So I won�t bore you with anymore. But I do want you to know that I’m thankful for each and every one of you. Why you read, IM, email, leave comments and link to me, I’m not always sure, but I appreciate the fact that you do. I have always said that I’ve got the best readers, the best friends, in the world. When I’m running through that list of stuff, that list of things I’m genuinely thankful for, I assure you that you’re all on it.

So here’s hoping you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving. And for those of you who don’t celebrate it, here’s hoping you find a little something to be thankful for every day.

Love You. Mean It. ~ Sabine

Everyone please bow your heads in a moment of silence � for we have all on this day lost a dear dear friend. Yes my friends, Sabine�s Tent met the bottom of a trash pile today. This dear tent has sheltered many of you in the past. It was a wonderful tent, but was in need of too numerous repairs for me to want to deal with. So when I went to tear it down and take it home this morning � I looked at the inch of mud, dirt, sand, grime, and water on the floor and made the executive decision that there was no way in hell that thing was going in my Beetle. So it didn�t� it went to the trash heap� where I expect will quickly finds its way into someone else�s storage. I wish them well. And now I get to go tent shopping!!!! Whoo-hoo!!!

But that is starting at the end of the event lets go to the beginning shall we?

When last we left Sabine, she was sitting in said tent on Friday evening being antisocial. She thought she might take a nap�.

So I did take a nap and I did feel better� I woke up to my Baron calling my name (oops!) and rushed out. We set-up the Blue and White on the list field. Came back and talked for awhile. Rain. Medb and Daire show up. Rain. Then Tomas and Rix. Rain. Then finally Genna.

Everyone sets up their shit (in said rain) and goes to bed. Poor Poor Genna�

A � her air mattress pump dies on her and mine was dead as well
B � the door zipper on her NEW (never been used) tent breaks

Genna slept in her truck� While Sabine slept in her tent that when it really started to pour leaked�

Sabine expected to feel better when she woke on Saturday morning. She was WRONG!!! Most know that I have broken both hips in the past and the right one especially can give me trouble in bad weather, well this weekend qualified as bad weather apparently. Ouch.

Due to the rain, Royal Court was pushed to the morning. Went to court took pictures (the only pics I got all weekend) � then drove into town to buy tarps to cover tents and towels to get the water out of tents.

Back on site, Sabine medicates herself and goes back to sleep ( I think we can see that Sabine really really didn�t feel well)

Sabine again wakes to someone calling her name. This time its Cat (much prettier than Baron Armand) and she came bearing a wondrous gift. She brought me a Peppermint Mocha from Starbucks! This was easily one of the best moments from the entire event. I really needed that. Thanks Cat!!!

After drinking my coffee (and re-medicating) I feel halfway human. Human enough to put on garb (a first for that day) and eat dinner with the civilized folk. Dinner was marvelous� Medb is wonderful. We love our cook. By the time dinner was over I was mostly human and decided to take a walk and see people. Since I had spent the entire event in my tent � no one knew I was even onsite! It was fun to surprise people.

Did I mention that it rained the entire day?

The Saturday night hafla was good times. Had girl time. And in the effort of not dealing with a certain someone/situation, I went to bed fairly early. I avoid well. I felt much the better for it. Woke up Sunday � breakfast then I scowled at my tent for awhile and when it didn�t clean and pack itself (damn button must be broken) it went into the garbage.

Did I mention that it rained the entire night?

Then I drove home (4 hours 3 minutes) for a grand total of 1296 miles put on the Beetle in one week. Poor poor Beetle.

Did I mention that it rained the entire weekend? I didn�t think so. It rained the entire weekend.

fucking rain!

OMG! I feel great! I haven’t slept so much in months. And I can’t tell you the last time I lazed about in bed till 2:00 PM. Of course the fact that I had to do the lazing in a tent at an event says a great deal about how my life goes.

People are starting to arrive so I don’t have to worry about holding this space anymore. Life is good. And I am happy. I don’t even know how you guys put up with me these last months. Everyone understands there is a certain of amount of bitchness you have to put up with when you are a friend of Sabine’s, but lately … whoa – sorry guys.

A little disappointed that the boy can’t make it out this weekend. Oh well. Not going to let it bother me. Have I mentioned that I leave for Mexico on Tuesday? How many massages can I fit into 6 days? We shall see – Grandmother none to happy at me for being gone on Thanksgiving. Hmmmm - Mexico blissfully alone or a catered family Thanksgiving with 560 of my closest relatives? I will try and find a spare moment to care while I lounging at the pool bar. Have I mentioned lately that I have a family that really needs to stop breeding? We’ve grown past being large enough to occupy a state we now need a small country. I am doing my small part though…. For the betterment of the world – I will not breed. That’s Sabine working for you.

Wonder if I will have internet on the resort? At this point I wonder if I could live without my laptop for that long. I think I am addicted. A friend teased me the other day when we went to dinner and it was in my purse. Its not like I took it out and checked my email at the table…. That’s rude and I would never do that. Sabine is never rude.

Can you imagine what is going to happen when I get my Crackberry? I am hoping they block all non work stuff, otherwise I may never actually speak to anyone again.

You know I am fully aware that I am being antisocial… Elfsea people are onsite now… but I still sit in my tent… I just don’t care… I wanna be lazy… Actually I wanna wake the neighbors but I don’t think that is gonna happen this weeknd. So I deal by being lazy. I just don’t feel like being social right now… maybe I will take a nap. Life is better when you take a nap, and it been 5 hours since my last….

guess what? Welcome to the Sabine’s catch up blog… Sit back and enjoy it cause I am sure it won’t end till long after you are tired of reading…

So Sabine’s current residence – Casa de Shea. On the road since Nov 12th – returning home Nov 29th. On my way to Bordermarch for Elfsea landgrab. Weather is icky currently but improving. I did hit a few flooded areas on the way down to Lufkin. Now I know it may be hard to believe but the Beetle is not completely infallible. Just because the Beetle is mostly plastic doesn’t mean it can be used as a flotation device. So flooded highways can at times make me a bit nervous… but this wasn’t too bad and it tied up all the cops so I could freely drive how I wished in the unflooded sections of the highway.

Poor Beetle… he can’t understand what is going on and why I keep driving him across the state… 923 miles this week and counting…

Anyway Cat and Shea graciously offered to house Sabine and all her crap for a night or 2. The best thing is that the first thing Cat did was show me where the coffee pot was… then the 2nd thing was give me directions to the Starbucks. Isn’t it great when your friends not only know about your addictions but they encourage it?

Tomorrow I head out to site to make sure that Elfsea has the land they need for their encampment…. Still haven’t quite figured out how I got to be the early on person… apparently people think I have a talent for this… I should refer them all to Chiang though he says my only job should be to stand list side, look beautiful, and take pictures. I like the way he thinks.

Although I have been charged with a different job by others… People feel that someone should step up and try their hand at organizing the party scene at events. People feel that that person should be me. So it looks like a project for Sabine.

Cat is great – she is one of the ones that shocked me one day by popping up on my blog with a comment. If you want to stump Sabine – pipe up in the comment section. It amazes me every time I see a new name there. Especially if I catch the comment before my first trip to Starbuck’s.

Everyone will be happy to hear I finally switched CDs. After listening to “The Long Road” just about exclusively for a month or 3 – I have switched to “Silver Side Up.” (I know I know its still Nickelback and I really should find a new band, but if Genna can listen to the same 80s hair band over and over again – I can listen to Nickelback. At least they are putting out new music)

So lets see I think now is when I give you the lyrics of my current song…

I want to take his eyes out
Just for looking at you
Yes I do
And I want to take his hands off
Just for touching you
Yes I do
And I want to rip his heart out
Just for hurting you
And I want to break his mind down
Yes I do, yes I do, yes I do
And I want to make him regret
Life since the day he met you
Yes I do

And mention my deep abiding lust for Chad Kroger.

I hear from friends that people are getting desperate for my photos to be posted…. I think I am going to begin to take bribes… I have tried to not deviate from the straight and narrow, but its just so damn boring… So for the record Sabine likes Starbucks, Dr. Peppers, and flowers that aren’t roses. And no chocolate unless its Mint Hershey Kisses.

Yep that’s right Mint Hershey Kisses. One of the many ways Sabine can tell that Winter is here. Mint Hershey Kisses are right up there with Peppermint Mochas/Eggnog Lattes from Starbucks, Heated Leather Seats (which has got to be the best invention of recent years, right Aaron? Aaron loves my heated leather seats… he wants to rub his bare ass on them), and giving my entire winter bonus over to garb in prep for Gulf Wars (we start back up with Amalia after Thanksgiving for new dresses – and my belt should be ready about the same time … everyone better gush over that damn belt…. Most expensive belt I have ever bought before….)

Hopefully work will officially not suck anymore now that year end is over. It was a bitch… but now I should be able to get back to the more important things in life … like taking a week and half off…. Or going to Cozumel for a week … or avoiding my family on a major family holiday… and of course the most important, the SCA.

Best part about year-end, though? I signed a 4.5 million dollar check to IBM yesterday. The power my company has given me amazes me still.

Evil Plans currently abound #132 – coco is evil (and I love her). #194 is coming to fruition this weekend… (need to get rix to bring me some supplies for that one…)

Ok well off to upload 3 Kings pics and search Cat and Shea’s house for the elusive “Missing Loch Ruadh Tape” you never know maybe the reason why we can’t find it is because someone brought it to BoP with them and its sitting in Lost and Found….

Oh shit… I didn’t… oh shit… I did…. I just deleted all the 3 kings pics off the server. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I can get those back, right? Fuck. Be Back Later. Fuck.

Have you heard this?

Collision Course

This kicks ass! and I have to wait 2 weeks! Much Suck!

ummmm…. rooster….yum

Well what can I say� everyone has their talents and it looks like one of mine is making an event run smoothly for my group.

This event rocked. Instead of camping� instead of a hotel room� I got us a cabin onsite. It was a beautiful weekend. Everyone who decided to daytrip cause of weather was sorely mistaken. The weather was great. Just cold enough for cloaks and cuddling.

I was able to get some especially wonderful field shots.

I did spend the weekend with a guard standing watch over me. That was a new and interesting way to spend an event, but I didn�t get kidnapped so to all the ones that watched over me I thank you as well.

There were too many parties on site to make any one party overly enjoyable, but we will save that soapbox for a later date.

Lunch with the Philip tomorrow at 11:30 at the Jason�s in North Arlington, if you need directions let me know. Everyone should try and make it. We don�t get to lunch with Philip anymore since his new job and we miss him.

Why is it that every time a man turns into a werewolf that he shreds is clothes, but every time he switches backs there are a just enough shreds of fabric to keep it decent?

More later � right now my to-do list grows longer� and I have to leave tomorrow.

Well I’ll be damned… I was able to rig up an electric blanket on a battery pack. Whoo-Hoo!! I rule!

Things left to do:

1- Laundry - done
2- Buy Power Supply - done
3- Clean the Beetle - as clean as he is gonna get
4- Bank - done
5- Buy alcohol (with wheels)
6- Buy glow sticks (this may not happen low priority, but damn they are fun) - not happening
7- Sort thru loaner gear - done
8- Email Elrique - done
9- oh yeah and pack for the next 2 weeks - grrrrrgrrrrr

Things to buy at Target Tomorrow:

Gloves (ivory & black) (why is it I have 5 gloves sitting on my dryer… none of which match! I need a house hubby) - bought
Black headband - bought
Hand Warmers - bought
1 Blanket - bought
Camp Pillows - making do… wasn’t happy with my choices

It’s amazing how 24 hours can change your life.

Hear That? That’s the sound of the printers whirring… That means the Scrolls are almost done. That means the hard part is over. That means no one died (although someone came close). That means I survived.

Hear That? That’s the sound of my spanking new laptop happily churning away. That’s the sound of my employees who love me and want me happy. That’s the sound of Farmer Jack coming in on his day off (today is Veteran’s day) to bring me Starbucks. That’s the sound of Nickelback blaring throughout the office (cause I am all alone in the office today!!!)

Hear That? That’s me purring. That’s me feeling better than I have in months. That’s me after a 90 minute massage that left me a crying puddle. Damn that felt good. I’m thinking Elfsea needs to work massages into my budget.

I am currently opting not to think about all the stuff I have to do before I leave. I can’t do anything more till the Scrolls finish printing. Therefore I am sitting my ass down and relishing in the fact that I am using my computer to not work. This is me not working.

Ok that was fun… now back to business.

Things left to do:

1- Laundry
2- Buy Power Supply
3- Clean the Beetle
4- Bank
5- Buy alcohol (with wheels)
6- Buy glow sticks (this may not happen low priority, but damn they are fun)
7- Sort thru loaner gear
8- Email Elrique
9- oh yeah and pack for the next 2 weeks

You know I had a friend this week laugh at me when he saw that I have 4 SETS of luggage, but I really don’t know how else to do it. Since I pack for multiple trips at a time I simply can’t just use a set or 2. And the different colors help me figure where I am/going.

In the mood to wake the neighbors. Oh how they hate me�

So one of the things that made yesterday shittier than most was the ex-boy. We have issues cause at different points of time we feel that we should actually try that whole relationship thing again. Then normally I remember the whole fiasco of him standing on my porch (drunk) at 3 am after I refused to let him in… yelling at the top of his lungs, and think “you know I really don’t want to do that again.”

So I put a stop to it… he gets pissed… he leaves…I move on. Well so I told him early in the week that it wasn’t going to happen again. Last night he calls looking for a fight. Now I had made it plainly clear to everyone that unless I was on fire that they were to leave me the hell alone. My friends listened (one of them even left a bag of blow-pops on my door step ), but did he listen?

No - he called wanting to fight and I was in a pissy enough mood to lay into him. Among a variety of other things - I asked him why he was trying to guilt me into a relationship. He said I didn’t know what guilt was… that I was incapable of feeling guilt.

Excuse me?

I know what guilt is. It’s one of those touchy-feely words that people throw around that don’t really mean anything… You know, like “maternal” or “addiction.” Rat Bastard.

Life is much less … difficult without him around. And I am sleeping just fine without him. Too bad he can’t say the same.

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I�m taking a break� and I am not going to think about the Satan Spawn that is our Scroll.

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So let�s see how�s life you ask? (Besides the Scroll) Life is great!

3 Kings is this weekend, its going to be butt ass cold. (note to self: find someone/something capable of producing more heat than I can absorb to cuddle with) I have newcomers that are meeting me there. (note to self: Pack loaner garb) We are planning a roaming party. (note to self: buy glow sticks and alcohol with wheels)

from 3 Kings � I drive to San Antonio. Where I spend Mon-Wed. Wednesday I drive to Bordermarch (note to self: find a place to crash) Hey anyone want to stash a Sabine on their couch Wednesday Night? Thursday � onsite (why in the hell did they decided to make me camp 3 nights in a row? Don�t they know who I am?) (note to self: repeat the 3 Kings search for heater) Friday � everyone else in the world shows up. Medb is feeding me. (Yum!) Hopefully my picnic table will be available again this year� I learned so much last year watching people from my perch.

But then � then is when the real fun begins. The next week� I�m on vacation. As in no work/no email/no calls/no meetings � VACATION! And on Tuesday the 23rd � I leave to go to Mexico. I go to see friends. I go to relax. I go to sip fruity concoctions in a hammock under a palm tree. Hell � I go to drink till I can�t remember my name (or the Godforsaken Scroll). Yes my friends while you are here freezing your ass off and eating turkey � I will be here

doing what I do best� avoiding my family for 5 nights and 6 glorious days. And after those heart warming thoughts and I can now go back to taming the beast.

My house has been rearranged. I can�t find a damn thing. My purse has leaves in it. My damn hair won�t straighten out. And I am so fucking tired, that you will get a meme. Oh yes. And you will love it, you bastards!

Name THREE of your…

1. Pet Peeves:
People who fish for pity, Slow talkers, and men who ask permission.

2. Favorite Sounds:
The “woosh” noise espresso machines make (Sweet, sweet, caffeine), deep rumbley man voices, and the �whirring� sound my servers make when they are happy (cause when my servers are happy I am happy).

3. Favorite Flavors of Candy:
Blow-Pops, Chex-Mix, and Spicy Peanuts (hey they are candy to me!).

4. Biggest Fears:
Relationship Commitments, House Buying Commitments, and any other commitment that could possibly involve the rest of my life.

5. Biggest Challenges:
Finding suitable work flip flops, cramming everything I am supposed to-do in a day into the allotted 24 hours, opting to not take advantage of certain situations.

6. Favorite Department Stores:
the internet (what?)

7. Most Used Words:
“love you. mean it”, �not so much�, “no fucking for you”, and “can’t prove it”

8. Favorite Pizza Toppings:
Canadian bacon, pineapple, and onion

9. Favorite Cartoon Characters:
well seeing as how the only cartoon I have ever seen is �Finding Nemo�� I don�t feel qualified to answer this question.

10. Movies Recently Watched:
A Beautiful Mind, The Last Samurai, and Van Helsing (I’m sensing a theme here)

11. Favorite Fruits:
Pineapple (fresh), oranges, mangos

12. Favorite Vegetables:
Carrots, All Kinds of Peppers, Onions

See - Aren’t I fascinating? Don�t you want to be me? Well you can�t.

Home now�

Event was great. Got the down time I needed and spent a good amount of time with the Western Boys.

Let�s see highlights of the weekend�

1 � Someone � Somewhere challenging Aaron to make me blush. *scoff* like that could happen! (hush � this my blog � the facts are what I make them)
2 � The boys stripping me out of my overdress.
3 � Gavin being up too no damn good.
4 � Aaron�s mojo
5 � taking pictures of Aaron�s ass
6 � having my dress stolen so it could be stuffed and cuddled with
7 � a very � interesting proposition.

I think there is a theme in there somewhere….

Picture were taken (of more than just Aaron�s ass)� It was decided that my role in the SCA was to stand list side and take pictures and look pretty. Oh and make sure the killer rack was on display.