Do you realize how hard this is for me? I have a BIG BIG secret to announce, but I haven’t been given the go ahead yet. Its been over 2 days and I am ready to burst!
So to the person who told me their secret on Monday night… can I tell yet, can I, can I?
Nod your head or wink or some shit…. I wanna spill the beans!
Heh.
Sabine never dis-engaged guest posting.
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Oh, well, while I’m here - seeing as Sabine has upped her load-capabilities just so all of us can lurk on her page, we owe her something.
Replace the brackets with <>, and put the following string on your webpage. Higher traffic the Queen of Purple wants, higher traffic she shall get!
{a href=”http://www.condoinhell.com}STALK THIS PERSON{/a}
- just call me
Satan
What the hell is it with people telling me I frighten them? I have had more people this week tell me I scare them, and I honestly can’t think of another time in my life that has happened. Then I have other friends that laugh at those thoughts. Sarah and I came to the conclusion that I am a black and white person. Either people love me or they hate me. Either I scare them or they think I am harmless. Personally, I see myself as the lovable harmless type… but I could be wrong. What the hell do I know?
Speaking of Sarah – we had a bit of fun online last night. What we discovered was that if you search for “Sarah” on my front page… you will find that Sarah is mentioned entirely too often on this site. We have officially named her Co-Conspirator Extraordinaire … she needs business cards. Although I may never forgive her for harassing people to come and stalk me.
And in an effort to provide more inappropriate work stories, today I went into the office to meet with one of my managers and we spent a few hours going over numbers in his office. As we were wrapping up, he checked his work email and saw he had an email from a friend that had a movie attachment named “Xerox”. He opened and set it to download while he left to fax some papers. While gone that attachment finished downloading and started to play, and it was porn. Girl on girl. I thought to myself “oh this is going to be fun.” So I sat there and watched and waited, when he came back in he looked at his screen and looked at me looking at his screen and literally dove across his desk to slam his laptop shut. All the while stuttering and blushing. It was even kinda cute. I assured him it was okay… no really its not a problem. In fact it may have made my day.
Sabine just changed her Yahoo profile to read �Wyvernwoode, Trimaris�.
Now if you will excuse me, I am going to go and crawl under the covers and pretend I am still home.
:(
Ok Evil Sara is being fairly adamant about hearing stories of Monday Night and the boots�
Monday night � after getting onsite� after saying �hi� to friends� I met Evil Sara. Evil Sara had a gift for me. These gift were boots. Crushed velvet, royal purple, high heeled… ankle boots. They look kinda like this.
And they fit! Perfectly!
Now keep in mind we were both pretty far into our cups already� so wise ideas were abounding. We decided that the boots needed a name. I decided that I had to show the boys. And somewhere along this turned into “lets walk around and take a poll”! Now there is a small (92.7%) chance that this is what broke my ankle. Cause not only did I walk around site in these boots that were never meant to touch the ground� I ran in them. Down Queen�s Highway. While drinking. Somewhat Heavily.
But that is what we did. We went from camp to camp taking a poll. And picking up people as we went. There wasn�t much of a party going on anywhere so people roamed with us while we took the poll. I would relay to you the various comments we received, but if you refer to the �While drinking. Somewhat Heavily.� you will understand why I don�t recall many answers. Ask the Sarahs.
The best response came from Gavin� but that is his story to tell. And the best choices of names came down to the �slap and tickle� boots or the �catch me fuck me� boots. We went with the �catch me fuck me� boots. After that Sabine was in essence entirely too drunk to attempt balancing in the boots so they came off and went back in their box. It was decided that never ever again would the soles of those boots touch the ground.
We had big plans for the boots, but they never really came to fruition. Maybe next year. Actually I think next year� we need a new pair of shoes. And we can start a tradition - every Monday night of Gulf Wars� we can roam around and take a shoe poll.
And I take it back there is one more story about the boots. The boy unpacked my car for me (broken ankle and all) and did all the unpacking. The boy as is doesn�t understand the SCA, or why I enjoy it. I found the boots sitting next to my sink in the bathroom. When I started to say something, he shushed me and said he didn�t want to know. I think I scare him sometimes. Hell I know I do�..
(insert internal debate here) … Ah hell why not?
While we are discussing the boy I will discuss further because only the ones that really love me are reading down this far� I think my affections for the boy are starting to wane. More importantly the differences that we have are getting harder and harder to bridge. He is so � normal. And he can�t really comprehend something outside his �normal� scale. To him, I am a novelty. Odd. Quirky. I think he assumes that I am in some sort of phase. I think he assumes he can outlast the phase. In the same vain, I thought I could crack the normal issue. He lets me push on barriers, but he won�t let them give. And between you, me, and this handy fencepost� the sex is getting stale. Don�t get me wrong, its good sex. But its good normal sex. He�s tried to do things my way, and well we laughed more than anything. And I have been giving into his way, and walking away satisfied, but less so than I could have been. This is compounded by the fact that I currently want someone(s) that feasibly right now I can�t have� and right now I have all the boy I want, and then some. It probably would have been better if he hadn�t come to Florida as well. Something inside me knew that us living in the same city would get old real quick. The relationship really was better when we couldn�t see each other every day.
I hope that he is realizing this as well. I think he is. He�s a smart boy, and I think yesterday things started to dawn in his mind. I have feeling the position of the boy will be open soon. Maybe I should start to take resumes�
If you see me coming
Down the street then
You know it’s time to go
and you know it’s time to go
cause here comes trouble
I am a horrible evil evil female. I really am going to burn in hell.
So yeah, the point of that rather long entry (that I never quite got to)� In the month of March (in so far), I have had over 2300 unique visitors (and that isn�t including the spybots � cause when you add those my ego gets hugely inflated� kinda like Gavin�s� or Val�s), and easily half of you I don�t know (damn lurkers). A few months back, was the official National De-Lurking Day but I chose not to participate. Mainly cause it is a bit pompous� but mostly cause I am the queen of lurking myself. Yeah you would be surprised at all the places I have stuck my nose, but then again how else am I supposed to gather all the tidbits I do?
So here it is, me asking those who lurk to step forward and introduce yourselves� or say something snarky. Pimp your own blog out! I would ask you to refrain from intelligent comments, though. The rest of us get pissy when we look like idiots.
And yes I have heard all the excuses:
Everyone has a right to lurk. And after this one time comment you can go back to lurking. Really� but for right now, let�s feed Sabine�s ego. Cause she is stuck in bed�with a broken ankle� in another state� without all of her friends� Or you can not comment and Sabine can sit here and continue to listen to Evanescence over and over again. Do you realize how depressing Evanescence gets on the 3rd time around? And you know what will happen if Sabine gets depressed? You�ll get more site statistics. And I can think of only 3 people that would find that remotely interesting. So really this is for your own good as well�
You know you want to� there may even be goodies involved (Sabine is not above bribing).
Ok so normally I don�t give a rat�s ass about my website stats. I keep an eye on my general stats just to know how many people are coming thru and what not, but its rare that I actually go in to pull in depth reports. However with the bandwidth spike I thought it would be wise to swing thru and take a look (besides I am bored and stuck in bed)� and damn it if I didn�t find some interesting items of note. And since I am stuck in bed and bored, I am going to inflict you with the highlights.
I have received numerous emails wanting pics of the new place. I was going to wait till I had it decorated (or at least unpacked) but a few were adamant that they couldn�t wait. And with the bum ankle that “whole getting unpacked this weekend” thing is kinda shot to hell�
So here it is (please pardon the mass mess of boxes), everything except for the outside which I will take for you later when the thought of traveling up and down my stairs doesn�t send me into uncontrollable laughter.
So the townhome across the street from mine? The garage faces my window and the door is open and there are 3 guys in there lifting weights. Its too dark to see faces, but I really don’t give a damn. You should see these shoulders. I may be in love. Now if he has 2 brain cells he can rub together, I may have just one-upped Lyonette in the �good eye candy neighbor� category.
So how long can I watch before I reach that taboo/gray/stalker scenario? (Yeah Yeah I know I should be unpacking, but but BROKEN ANKLE! MANY DRUGS!)
Back to watching boys sweat�
So yesterday � before I decided to spend my evening in the lovely ER � I bought a couch. A very pretty couch. A very pretty very white couch.
Did you hear that?
Say it with me now.
AGAIN.
In fact, we aren�t even going to sit on it. We can start a new fad. We can sit around it.
Only me.
Ok so youse guys that hung around with me last week (specifically the guys that were around during the times I was drinking extensively), do you remember me doing anything extraordinarily stupid? Cause you will remember last week that Sabine was walking around saying that her ankle was bothering her? Yep. You know where this is going.
So here is the thing. Last week I switched from my normal everyday pain meds to the “super duper knock a regular person on their ass” War Pain Meds. Mainly cause I knew there was no way I could survive War without them. After the War was over I knew I still had all of that traveling and work to do so I extended my time on the meds. For over a week now my ankle has been sore and a little painful despite the meds. Yesterday was the day I was coming back to my regular dosage… and my ankle really started to hurt. I told my self I should lay off the meds to see just how bad the pain got. Within an hour I decided that I should probably figure out where the closest ER was. (good thing to know when you are a Sabine) Within 2, a nurse was asking me what the problem was and I was able to confidently tell her that I broke my ankle. When? Sometime last week. Where? Somewhere in Mississippi. How? Fuck if I know.
So yeah, I have 2 hairline fractures in my ankle leading off from a screw that currently holds part of my ankle together. And I get to wear this asinine walking cast (good thing I was smart enough to pack my crutches) for a bit then back to a brace. And next week I get to go see a new orthopedic and find out if its finally time for the total ankle replacement I have been putting off for years… I really should never be allowed outside a bubble.
Hey look at me! I’m Timo! (Maybe I should fight in Crown?)
OK before we get started on this, the first entry of Gulf Wars highlights, I feel a disclaimer may be necessary. At War I was quite soundly informed that this site had gotten lame since I started guarding my tongue. The holding back of info wasn’t even something that I had planned, but there you have it. Lame. So in an effort to do that “no holds barred, I don’t give fuck what you think about me” thing, I will probably mention things in this entry that I would have left for a more personal telling … or at least a protected entry. So la de da… If I have ever offended you in the past… chances are I will do it again. Chances are pretty good that I might do it in this entry. So you should be adult enough to not read it. Of course you should also be adult enough to not take the things I say and twist them into some little deviant plot of yours… but apparently that is asking too much from you as well.
You’ve been warned.
currently eating lunch in the middle of Nowhere, Mississippi. Have strange feeling I have been here before… oh wait I was here last week… when I made this same drive.
In about 2 hours I will pass King’s Arrow Ranch. Anyone leave something behind they need me to pick up?
Speaking of leaving items behind… Gavin - I do have your mug (yes you did leave it in my car), but can you tell me what else you left behind? Cause if you aren’t missing it… I am keeping it.
Ok back on the road with the truck that can swallow 3 Beetles!
And yes when I said that no one gets a password to that post below I really meant it. There is probably only one person I would give it to (and I seriously doubt that person will read this and ask for it)… and there would be some serious debating before I did that. So no, you really can’t have the password. And no, bribes don’t work on this one.
But if you spent any time with me this week I am sure you can figure out exactly what that post is about…
Thanks for understanding.
Of course it was Friday night that I realized that all my friends were getting ready to head home… and I wasn’t. It sucked. Friday Night/Saturday I was an emotional wreck. Instead of sleeping, I spent the entire night in tears and the first people I saw onsite Saturday Morning was Kief and Aaron. We stood in the middle of the street as I broke down. It did not bode well for Sabine’s day. Word spread fairly quickly thru camp that I wasn’t taking things well and all day I had people coming up to tell me they loved me and they were going to miss me. Each time I started to leak (Kief-ism). I swear I was a broken sobbing mess by the end of the day. On one hand its great too know you are loved and will be missed terribly, but the fact that you will be missed is a 2 sided coin… cause back home there are people to miss and be missed by. I didn’t think it would be as bad as it was. It was hard and it took everything I had not to turn around and head back to Texas. I probably would have ended up doing so but I had a few a friends that kept me distracted till I calmed down enough to think a bit clearer.
Seriously in 2 hours on Saturday afternoon, I had decided that I would quit my job… and go and live with Grandmother (gulp). This is how desperate I was to go back home. I then came to my senses and realized that I would end up drowning myself in the pool in 2 weeks of living on the Ranch. So in the wee hours of Sunday morning I snuck away… I got in my car and drove to Florida. The first few hours were rough. I was just as emotional as I had been for over 24 hours, but I got past it. The new place is great. I really like it. I haven’t really had a chance to explore my new area, but I hope to get to do that this weekend.
Ok so that’s it for now. I have to get up early tomorrow and drive a truck. I know everyone is waiting for the photos. Tomorrow Night I will start getting them up. Since I am on my wireless card it will take a while to get them up. Please be patient everyone will get to see them… I promise. And there are only a handful that I am not willing to show to anyone *wink*…
I am also working my Gulf Wars Highlight list… which hopefully will be a bit more cheerful than this. I will think of things while I drive tomorrow and we will see how things go tomorrow night.
Look for phone calls from Sabine over the next 2 days. Its a long quiet drive in a moving truck by yourself.
Sorry guys! There was a bit of confusion with some internal stuff but all better now� Apparently quite a few of you were checking in regularly and there was spike in my bandwidth� so there has been an upgrade. Which makes me happy, I know that people are coming to the site and enjoying it enough that they continue to return, but now you have to keep it up cause I am paying too much for you guys to laze about and forget to stop by. Besides how else are you going to find out about how wonderful my life is in Trimaris?
Let�s see what can I do to get everyone caught up? Looks like I left off with Tuesday Night. So Wednesday morning� opening ceremonies. Bleh. It went off. I won�t say without a hitch but no one died, so I guess there are small graces. Also Wednesday was the town battle, we got our asses handed to us. Not a good way to start the War. We won�t mention the injuries that abounded.
Wednesday Night was the Asgard party. I met a lot of people. Really too many people for me to even begin to imagine having any hope of remembering them. Did I mention it was fucking cold? Ack!
Thursday was more of the same � watch the battles, chat with friends, and party. Thursday Night was the Shadow Legion�s party and Moonshadowe was throwing their thing� but Modius started taking off his clothes and I decided to call it a night.
Friday, we actually started to not suck so much. The weather was nicer, we actually took some war points, and the general mood of camp was starting to improve. They finally got the chance to make Liam a Centurion � which was one of the hardest secrets I have had to keep in a long long time. And this is where I am going to end this post. Cause honestly that�s where I wish I could have ended Gulf Wars�
Ok that sounds overly dramatic, but really Friday Night/Saturday was just that bad for me�
