As I just told Sarah, this week has just been… odd. We kicked off the week with a blackout which put me in a really fucking cheery mood. Then there was that little panic attack that I had… which by the way has completely passed now – I’m fairly certain it was just gas. My apologies to all the ones who put up with the really confused Sabine, she’s much better now. I guess we all have to go a bit crazy sometime (some more than others…) and my number just finally came up. My head is muchmuch clearer today.

Work has been, well, work… still and rumor has it my territory will be expanded either today or Monday. Which pisses me off to no end. I can never work myself into a rut here. I was just getting to the point where I felt like I was getting a handle on things. I had stopped looking over my shoulder for the person who was going to peek in and start second guessing me. Like I could sit back and catch my breath. Like the roller coaster was finally on an even path. But apparently that isn’t allowed… no getting comfy that leads to complacency. Can’t have that. Its days like this that I need Mexico back, and I have to remember that I choose this life. I could have worked on a resort for the rest of my life and not have had a care in the world, but here I am instead. In retaliation, I just booked my trip to Cozumel for Thanksgiving… just knowing that I will be there in a few months helps. I have a feeling by November I will need to really get away.

I did manage to get away a bit here, though. I took most of Thursday and Friday off… while still “on duty” I’m putting as much off as I can next week. Today was doctor’s appt. (The pregnancy test came back clear, fyi … not that I actually thought that I might be, but it was one of those things they have to check before they put me on my new round of meds. Although pregnant wouldn’t have been too bad, cause if I’ve only learned one thing this spring/summer it’s “Running out of things to talk about on your blog? Get Knocked Up … you get 9 months of fresh fodder – like how all you want to eat is slim jims and pickles.” Sorry, my tact filter is in the repair shop with the Beetle getting some warranty work done… and new tires.), which was a ball of fun and I found out that I probably have an overnight stay (or 2) to expect here in the next 2 weeks… oh and I’m down another 6 pounds.

So, um, know what this is?

“Fray” by Staind

That’s a Friday Song … on a FRIDAY! How do you like them apples? It’s an excellent song and since this week it’s the lyrics that actually mean the most to me you get those as well.

(Read on …)

Life is just kinda crazy right now. I can tell I’m starting to feel a bit better though cause almost anything that involves staying at home falls into the “Really Fucking Boring To Me” category. That sounds a bit more like my old self, don’t you think?

I went to my first fighter practice last night. And omg… gorgeous men abound. Trimaris grows them well. A few in particular… Sarah calls to see how it was going and I was all “Damn. Pretty. Sucks that you aren’t here…” Fighting styles are totally different. They move without actually moving and I’m pretty sure their eyes would fall out of their heads seeing Timo move… but it seems to works for them. I, unfortunately, now have to learn to watch for different cues if I plan on capturing a good shot… and I was just getting use to the flow Ansteorran fighters, too. I did grab a few shots before it got too dark. They are over there in that Gallery thing of mine… and I know the helms get in the way of all the prettiness, sorry. You’ll notice an Ansteorran star as well cause well it was “Whack a Foreigner” Day here in Trimaris and we flew Gavin in special for it.

I got an offer on the house tonight… not really solicited, but it is a good offer. He doesn’t want to wait either so I have some thinking to do. I could probably make a bit more money on it if I waited till it was finished, but his offer is still in my realm of a more than acceptable offer… and then I wouldn’t have to stress over the damn thing anymore.

But at least I’m pleased to see that Sarah didn’t want to be left out of my whole trip to hell in a Buick… so she went out and ran over a dog. A bit rash and crude, but she’s also quitting smoking so I have to give her some leeway…

It’s official.

I’m *so* going to burn in hell… and damn does it feel good.

Always by Saliva

Work is biting my ass, right now� and I am trying to get everything tied up so I can take sometime off later in the week. I was informed last week that I have to take the class that I wrote on the compliance guidelines that I also wrote� Some would think that all that would make me exempt from actually having to take the class� apparently some are mistaken. There goes 50 hours that I can never get back. Next time I�m writing a shorter fucking class.

I tried really hard to hibernate this weekend but it never quite worked out. Yeah I was ignoring calls on Saturday. With good reason, the only call I answered was Sarah�s, she was at an event so I figured it must be important. When she asked �Just how serious were you when you promised�?� � yeah, I should have just hung up and continued to ignore the world. Of course, in retribution the world reared its ugly head in the form of a thunderstorm and my electricity went out (again) Sunday night for about 7 hours. Fucking storms. Fucking state.

I did do something somewhat productive. I got the Gallery somewhat current.

New Albums include:

The Trelac event �A Day in Egypt� and 4th of July (both my version and Evil Sara’s) Also with proper bribing there might be a certain video from the party that I would be willing to let go of� Ask nicely and I might give you the link.

So there. Have fun.

So that whole driving in a car for 42 hours kinda put me a bit behind schedule… I realize this but in an effort to get caught up you get your Friday Song… on Wednesday. Hey – better late than never. Besides this song is a product of this past weekend. While discussing music with a friend he mentioned that every time he heard this song he thought of me. I was fairly flattered and decided that all of you should be submitted to it as well…

Woman by Maroon 5

And you wonder why I love my friends so…

Finally finished Half Blood Prince… and now I am going to talk about it a bit. So if you haven’t finished it and don’t want it spoiled then you probably shouldn’t click below.
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I have drapes. They arrived yesterday and tomorrow there will be guys showing up to hang them. The living room is finally coming together. Really the only thing left is art, and I just have to decide not to be a chicken about it. I want something bold, but I stress over taking the chance. The stress isn’t really coming from the art its coming from the fact that I am trying to create a room that can move with me wherever I go and a massive piece of art may end up not working in my next living space.

Maybe I should just but more gadgets instead…

The new TV is also in place. Still no dining room table though. But the chair, you know the nightmare chair that wouldn’t ever assemble correctly? It’s together and fairly sit-able if you aren’t too tough on it… I have every intention of ignoring everyone tonight and FINALLY getting to sit down and read the last half of Half Blood Prince.

If you need me it can wait until tomorrow, unless there is a trip to the ER involved…

Ok, I have to take a minute and tell you guys that all things aside, I’m a pretty fucking brilliant woman. I planned a road trip that was long… and somewhat crazy, but absolutely perfect.

The driving was broken up enough that I didn’t drive myself crazy. I got to see all my friends. I got to do all the shopping I needed (and some I didn’t). I made an event. And still made it home in time to get a full (for me) night’s sleep.

So yes, I had a blast. There are very few aspects of the trip I would change, and in hindsight I wouldn’t hesitate to jump in my car and do it again.

Thanks to Tomas and Rix for letting me crash Thursday and to everyone who showed up to dinner. To Gavin and Safiye (who Gavin may now possibly believe is my twin) for taking care of me while in San Angelo. And then Dante for allowing me to spend the night in his house…

Highlights of the weekend:

Lyonette telling me that she was at Moot and Genna approached her and said “I miss Sabine, can I finger-fuck your cleavage?” and then also relating a conversation she overheard at an event; “Wow, look at that cleavage!” “Yeah… I miss Sabine.” “Me too.”
Philip still not having my dress done…
Shari doing the happy dance in the aisle of a fabric store.
Steve telling me that he would be willing to follow me back to Florida with my fabric purchases.
Jenn making me promise to find her a “story”
Amalia managing to weasel me out of entirely too much money out of me… and I loved it.
All the really strange phone calls…
And the equally odd text messages.
Gavin managing to offend himself and possibly me as well… and somehow managing to fit the quote “Go Stuff Yourself” into the answer of a question about Chivalry and Honor.

And I am sure there are plenty more memories to chat about, but well, I just rearranged the living room yet again, and I’m tired. Maybe more later… I still have THE BOOK to finish.

PS - there is a new section, it’s a “Chick Only” kinda thing - so, um, if you have a penis don’t expect to get the password (unless you are Philip, he’s close enough). The password will go out shortly to the women if I left you out either its late and I’m an idiot, or I have no idea you wanted it - either way email me.

k, peoples - I’m getting the hell out of dodge.

Sarah - I’ll see you for breakfast in the morning probably…

Rix - before lunch tomorrow sometime… maybe.

If I don’t show we can safely assume the state troopers finally caught up to me.

PS - will have large Trimarian squire in tow. Pray that neither has any desire to leave the other one at a Wal-mart.

Back.

It took someone else kicking my ass, but my mood is muchmuch more … pleasant now. I’m even back to a pro-SCA stance, which took some doing but there you go – miracles never cease.

Someone, who for discretion we shall call NaughtyBaron, played foul and started handing out my contact info to random dark haired strangers*. Random dark haired newly single strangers…

It was a good day and precisely what I didn’t know I needed.

*Again this is my story and I can futz with the details however I see fit.

So, um, I’m going to be in Texas this week. It’s going to be one of those whirlwind tour kinda of things. I can’t leave till Wednesday now, so I’ll arrive Thursday morning in Bedford. Friday, I have to head to San Angelo in time to kidnap Gavin and make him take me to pick up my copy of Harry Potter at Dirk’s bookstore at Midnight. Saturday is the Trelac event. Sunday I have to leave in time to hit Shreveport for dinner with Sarah. I’ll be sending out an email shortly to everyone to check plans and see who is available for what.

Emails – yeah I suck. There are a few (or 12) of you that I have to apologize to. When I holed up last week, I stopped returning emails. I suck, I’m sorry. I will remedy all that tomorrow.

Libra

You’re the most sociable and outgoing of the signs — so sociable that it’s odd to see you alone. At the moment, however, privacy is what you’re after, and lots of it. Allow yourself to have it, guiltlessly.

You’ve been warned – Sabine is in a foul pissy mood. The song of the week reflects that a bit…

Every Day is Exactly the Same by NIN

I promise to kick my own ass out of this funk this weekend. Movies and coffee are definitely in order. Someone find me an Indian restaurant here…

Yes – I am still here. To the 2 different requests to update this thing – be patient. It’s not that I’m overly busy, its that I am overly bitchy… and whiny… and well you get the idea. Nothing’s wrong, just an overwhelming desire to curl into bed and forget that the world exists.

And I was supposed to drive to Tallahassee today to meet with the State on some new guidelines… and honestly I’d rather have a root canal, but the meeting has been pushed to next week which works better since I can just stop in on my way to Texas…

And if anyone happens to know where I stashed all my right shoes back when I was unpacking, I really need my right tan high heel next week. Guess that’s what I get for unpacking all my shoes while wearing a cast.

I do have every intention of purchasing a new TV today, though… and looking at dining room tables. Since I think I just agreed to host a dinner party at the end of the month. They are probably going to want a table to eat on, huh?

Something tells me I won’t be able to get away with the zataku table I was planning.

1. There is a softer side to John.
2. … and Squid, too.
3. John’s bicep measures just under 14 inches. I measured.
4. Heebie burns shit well.
5. but suffers the next morning for it… (or that could have been the Everclear.)
6. Forgetting to take out your trash before you leave for 5 days…. Not so great.
7. If you like your eyebrows… or the roof of the house – Don’t let Sarah play with fireworks.
8. Squid has the directional sense of a broken sunflower, but he is a genius at Dawson’s Creek trivia… it must balance out in the end.
9. When you are drunk you don’t care if the bath you are in has actual water in it. (FYI – that wasn’t me)
10. Parties are always better once clothing becomes optional.
11. The halfway point between Sarah’s house and mine… is in Florida.
12. When you tell kids something is against the law, they will do it just to spite you and the shitty law.
13. and then they will add a dog.
14. I’m tasty. So says the 56 ant bites on my poor poor feet.
15. Hobbits will do all sorts of stupid things for 2 dollars.
16. Dante hates people who stay in his house for more than 2 nights. And he will wait till you have been asleep for 3 hours to sit on your chest and complain loudly.
17. Boy, do I have blackmail stories to tell.
18. If you get fireworks, and they are duds… just throw them in the fire pit for a great show.
19. For Sabine, morning comes too early…
20. Sarah is just screaming for a new coffeemaker for Christmas.
21. There really is hope for us all.

Photo album to follow soon…

I’m here and somewhat safe.

I have once again proved that all traveling time constraints inflicted on the rest of the population do not apply if you are Sabine. Everyone told me that the drive here would take 15 to 17 hours. I did it in 12… with some time to spare. And managed to shave a couple of hundred miles off everyone’s best suggested route.

And Mississippi cops tend to give out phone numbers instead of tickets… just an FYI. But you aren’t here to hear about that… you want music. I will comply. I pulled 2 tracks off “Sabine’s Ultimate Road Trip” playlist. I wanted to give you more, but Benton, LA isn’t famous for their technology and I’m stuck with a dial-up connection that is actually painful to work with. Sarah, how do you handle this?

- A live version of Megalomaniac that rocks and had all the cars around me wishing they were as cool as me.
- “99 Problems” Remix - this is the collaboration effort of Linkin Park and Jay Z. Which if you haven’t yet given it a chance you really should. Even if you hate Linkin Park/Jay Z…