This is an event I have wanted to make for years now…
Fools’ War XVII - More Trouble than it’s Worth!
Click on that and find the “Fool’s War Film Preview”. It’s damn funny. Every event needs to put that kind of effort into their websites.
This will be our girl’s trip next year. Mark your calendars.
Today I had an epiphany. See, I�ve been in this really bitchy mood lately. Some of it was I needed a bit of a recharge but the rest was just all this negative pent up energy I keep trying to negate. I even tried going into boy-crazy mode, but that only worked for about 16 minutes. But then I realized what was wrong in my world.
I�ve talked before about how I compartmentalize my life and really this is the main reason right here. I have this bitchy streak that runs straight thru me, but I need it to be functional at work. It�s one of the major contributing factors of how I got to be in the position that I am in today. But lately? Work has been going amazingly well. There have been little issues here and there, but I haven�t had to �fix� anything since like December so I haven�t been able to funnel my mean streak into anything productive. Hence the bitchy brooding.
Here�s what sucks � I�m the problem fixer for my company. The problems they brought me to Florida to fix? Done. We have ourselves a smooth sailing ship here, peoples. This is normally where I exit stage right, but my company wants me to stick it out here and see if I can maintain the systems I actually set into place. They actually want me to fall into this day-to-day rut. I don�t do day-to-day well. I get bored, and apparently when I can�t funnel the bitchiness into work it infects the other compartments of my life.
Which is where we are now � the Bitchy Sabine. One of you should have really stepped up and tried to kick my ass at War. I would have probably eaten your spleen, but you don�t really need your spleen� and I sure would have felt a whole helluvalotbetter because of it.
No wonder I just want the boy to ball up and pick a fight with me� damn.
I just never realized how much I start to fester in a pleasant and complacent work environment. This sucks. I want the cute little snarky passive Sabine back. I just have to find a new place to funnel this shit, before I start sabotaging shit just so I can put it back together again.
And quick too, cause I think I�m only a few days away from starting shit�
OK, I am fully aware that in the past year I have bitched (complained/whined/pouted/etc…) about the ever diminishing size of my cleavage but tonight I saw some photos that make me feel blessed. I’ve never seen a grown woman this flat chested before. I’m not going to link to her or even post her photos because that would be unkind and even a bit too cruel (even for me) but if you must see head over to Sarah’s old LJ account and browse her friends page – look for the girl asking opinions on a bra she is making for belly dancing…
Thank you Fate for seeing fit to leave me what cleavage you have… I am forever humbled in your powers. Please don’t ever get pissed at me… If it gets to that, I have a virgin I could sacrifice to you if that would help. That would help, right?
Well this trip isn�t lining up the way I had hoped. I really wanted to be heading home about now, but instead I�m sitting in the Ass End of Nowhere, North Carolina wondering where the Hell I go next. I really only have 2 options but unfortunately each option takes me to a different state� and if I chose wrong then come next week I�ll still be working on this same project.
So to Georgia or Virginia? Georgia would be by far my easiest option, but Virginia is the best option. The high road so to speak. The right choice is Virginia, I know this, but Virginia is very capable of turning into a dead end which I would then wind up right where I am now� and probably heading to Georgia kicking myself for not taking that option. Of course going to Georgia now could be viewed as me cutting corners to get this job done and over with (which isn�t too far from the truth�) and if someone raises a stink over those missing corners I could be right back here doing this all over again.
And re� the right thing to do is to go to Virginia� I just don�t wanna.
But I am. Going. To. Virginia.
Damn I hate being responsible adult sometimes. Isn�t there a circus somewhere I can join up with? I�d even take a Renn Faire about now�
And in even more exciting news, when I get home my family is coming up spend the weekend with me. Apparently my stepbrother has a job offer up here somewhere and needs to find an apartment, and apparently needs his hand held through this process. So both my Mom and Stepfather are coming up with him.
� And I could bitch all night about the injustice of the whole situation, but I just don�t have the energy. And that whole responsible adult clause prohibits me from whining about my Mother�s childrearing skills.
I think it�s best that I take myself off to bed (and when I say bed I actually mean the Jacuzzi tub) now. At least the B&B I�m at is pretty damn spiff maybe tonight I won�t have strange freaky dreams. Cause last night? Sarah stole my man and I pushed her down the stairs of the movie theater, coincidentally these were the stairs of the movie theater you had to walk up to get to the entrance of Gulf Wars… and the movie theater was where I was opting to sleep since I didn’t want to tent (I said strange freaky dreams).
And then in part 2, a guy I barely know called me to inform me that he was packing up his life in Texas to move to Florida so we could start our life together. It should be mentioned that in the dream the conversation where he informed me of this was actually the first private conversation we had ever had… I wasn�t even positive he knew my name. And the strange freaky part was that I thought this was a great idea. I was stupidly excited about the idea. Damn North Carolina fresh air.
Speaking of … Has anyone ever lived here, on the coast? Cause here I am on the Outer Banks� actually on one of the islands and I can see and smell the ocean, but I can�t hear it. It�s so still. In Cozumel, you can�t get away from the sound of the ocean it�s all around you. Here? Nothing, I might as well be looking at a big lake. It�s eerie and now that I have noticed that I can�t hear it�s driving me batshitcrazy. What�s the point of having an ocean if you can�t hear it?
Maybe I�ll be able to hear it tomorrow in Cape Charles (damn responsibility)
One of the emails that made its way into my box over the weekend began with –
I’m guessing now would not be the time to inform everyone that planning for Gulf Wars 16 started about 5 days ago…
Seriously, my final report to the autocrat for GW15 isn’t even in yet but I already have a really good handle on what my schedule, duties, and projects will be for next year’s War.
Sad, huh?
I’m really working the sexy today. Especially since I have the sun burnt and peeling cleavage look going for me today. Its okay, I have it on very good authority that guys find the molting look highly attractive.
And?
I discovered a new sex song today. Not really a new song, but a song I just happened to give a chance to today… Now I’m in love with it, and it makes me very frustrated…
Speaking of - EvilSara? I never got that bitchy angry revenge sex we talked about. I’m a little bitter over it, too. and just as an FYI to everyone else – if you are looking for someone to tell you to opt for the moral high ground, this is not the week to ask my opinion. If you listen to me you’ll wind up headed straight to hell. I’m in one of those moods.
So just to clarify – If you have this internal debate going on about something you want to do… even though you know you shouldn’t, but you reallyreally want to… I’ll save you the trouble of asking me, cause by all means, hell yes you should. Now. I’ll even hold your beer… and bail you out of jail if necessary.
Hop to it. Make me proud. Bring me evidence.
Ok discussion time –
Chris (requisite best friend) watches a show – “Freddie” it’s kinda lame and I don’t really recommend watching it. I watch it for a number of reasons. Mainly because I love Lost and it comes on right before Lost and so Freddie always gets TiVo’d since Lost is special in that they will sometimes throw an extra episode either before or after the standard time slot… so I basically record the whole night…
Which is also how I got sucked into Invasion… a truly bad show, but I digress…
And because Chris likes it… and for best friends we have painfully little in common when it comes to entertainment. I can’t help this – he has no taste. (apparent by the fact that he enjoys “Freddie”)
So a recent episode was centered on one of those burning relationship questions, which I apparently didn’t realize was a burning question.
The question? (Read on …)
I went to bed at 2:20 a.m. and at 4:10 a.m. I woke up ready to conquer all. At War, I think I somehow got on Sarah’s sleep schedule and it’s taken some effort to rid myself of it. I felt so lazy getting 6 to 8 hours of sleep a day, it was okay at War, but once I got home that was time that could have been spent at work or catching up on the 40something hours of TiVo I have saved.
I’m really starting to get confused at all of you who need so much sleep; don’t you realize how much you can get accomplished when the world is quiet?
Today I get to lead a field trip. Over the years, without really realizing it, I have become one of the few experts in the field of appraising historical properties. It really could be worse, I could be that poor schmuck that gets stuck having to base value on what celebrity has lived there. At least I have something tangible that I can base my findings on. Did it survive a War? Does it have a notable place in history? Does anyone remember it? Does anyone care?
Then the fun begins, because for some reason I get off on historical renovations. Maybe it’s because I grew up in my own family home that dates back 200+ years. Maybe it’s because in my old life, I had the time and ability to restore homes and I still can respect someone who can take on a project like this.
Really, it’s just another way to geek out. Being able to talk to someone about their handcrafted original doorknobs from 1802 makes me feel worthwhile… vindicated even. Often I feel guilty, since I feel that technology is bringing about the end of an age and with it comes a new sense of ignorance… and sometimes you start to feel responsible (even if only in a very small way), but when you have at least part of you trying to hold on to the past, to remember and respect it, you feel a bit more balanced.
I hope to impart a bit of that feeling today on 4 very green very new appraisers. They’ve never been out to a property of any significant magnitude. They don’t understand the strength of construction that we once had before we began cutting corners. I really doubt they know what they are getting themselves into by volunteering to head out with me, but at least they all get brownie points for trying. And maybe one of them will fall in love, and then I won’t have to do it anymore. I love homes, but I want to be able to enjoy them not dissect them and judge how much they are worth. I feel like the owner of whorehouse doing that.
So you guys have fun today, I have a date with an oceanfront sugar cane plantation. I hear it even has a resident ghost.
Dear Peoples of the Internet,
Will you do me a favor, please? Will you at least try and make some attempt to guard your identity online? Please? And your IP address, as well, while you are at it. Anyone can track you by that thing. It’s people like you who make it so easy for people with my skills to take over your lives. If with one half ass attempt at a Google search I can not only discover where you live (and how much you are paying for it), but also where you buy your porn from… then obviously you aren’t trying hard enough. Really. Not hard enough at all.
Which by the way, that DVD you bought last November? Please tell me that was a gag gift. Lie to me if you must. If that’s your idea of a good time… I’ll never be able to look you in the eye again. Not to mention if my systems guy happens to check my logs, he may never be able to look me in the eye again. Although, I did find a toy purchase that we really should discuss sometime soon… cause that was highly intriguing.
So, um… yeah, get on that, will you? Cause soon I’m not going to be able to resist sending Timo porn to all my friends on your dime.
I’m just sayin’.
Thanks,
Sabine (who is up to no damn good again)
Today � I get to start shopping for a new camera. Or possibly cameras. Here�s the thing if you�ve been reading long enough you know there is a camera out there I covet more than any toy currently found on the market. I lust for it. It needs to be mine. But. I can�t really justify the purchase. I don�t have time to work on my craft. While I could use the camera and turn out terrific shots the camera is far outside my skill level. I would end up either having to devote some serious time and effort to my craft or come to terms that I would not be utilizing the camera to it�s fullest extent. And lest we forget I have an incredibly hard time swallowing down a $6000 price tag. I have friends who have paid less for cars.
It�s like sewing machines, I won�t bat an eye at Amalia for blowing that kind of money on a machine. She knows how to the use the machine to it�s fullest potential and she would be using the machine for profit. But Sarah? Well if Sarah spent that kind of money on one I would be out checking Louisiana law to see just what I would need to do to have her committed.
Then to top it off, I would be a fucking idiot to haul that type of equipment out eventing which is where I take 75% of all my shots. So basically this is myself trying to talk myself into understanding the impracticalities of purchasing the Mecca of all cameras.
But then what do I buy?
Well Fuji put out the big brother to my old camera not too long ago, and all reviews are shining. Not to mention I could outfit it with new lenses for about $5000 less than the Holy Grail, but I want to play with it a bit first. That means going to a camera store. That means walking past the Holy Grail. We all know I don�t have that kind of willpower. Sarah suggestion was to pin a note to my shirt before heading into the store. I�m thinking tattooing the word �Sucker� across my forehead may get the job done quicker though.
Someone hide my American Express.
I give thanks where thanks are due, and Sarah a few weeks ago had a great idea. Between prepping for War and that whole stuck in the hospital thing – when I left my home for War my house was in a state of disarray. It was horrible and I had told Sarah that I just wasn’t going to have time to deal with it, and that I would have to call in someone to do it for me. Her brilliant idea was that I actually have the crew come in while I was out of town so I could come home to a clean home. You can’t believe how happy I was to open my door and smell clean. Almost as happy as having Jeremy pull out the massage table within 20 minutes of being home. There are some definite advantages to having your massage therapist living next door.
I need to bake that boy a cake.
At approximately 2:45 a.m. Monday morning there was a bit of confusion. I woke up greatly confused not knowing where I was or more importantly what pavilion I was sleeping in. The door wasn’t in the right place and the bed was all wrong. I was so confused. Even after getting out of bed I still didn’t know where I was. Apparently I sent out a mental SOS call to Sarah cause she woke up and wondered why she had an aquarium in her pavilion before remembering she was home.
My cell phone rang at 5 a.m. Greg (who had been filling in for me) called to get a jump start on things. I think he chose to call that early cause he knew that the coffee would still be brewing and I would still be somewhat pliant and incapable of arguing. We met at Starbuck’s at 6 to get started. He treated me well, so well that he drove me to each of the properties that were waiting on my decision. By afternoon I felt that I was actually ready to handle what would come when I stepped in my office.
Really? The new assistant is going to have to go. She can’t take the stress, Greg is going to try and find her something else over on his side of things and now I have to go searching for yet another assistant. That’s 2 in 4 months. Why am I so hard to work for? Am I expecting too much?
Just so everyone can get their stories straight – It was a rock climbing accident if anyone asks. So far everyone seems to be buying it except Greg, who apparently knows better…
Today I had a hot date. Philip flew all the way from Texas to spend the day with me (my blog, my version of the story - so hush). Of course we spent the most of the day discussing how beautiful the men were that we kept encountering, but that can only be expected when you let a gay man buy dinner. At least he told me how great my cleavage was and how much he missed it. Since it came from Philip, I’ll take it as a great compliment.
Ok, so I lied.
Home now. Much Tired. Updates tomorrow. Or maybe Thursday.
I have feeling I’m going to need all that time just to start to feel clean again. My poor feet may never be the same again.
And I will, I promise. Tomorrow. Just know this –
We are having an amazing time.
Wish you were here.
Can’t believe I’m about to say this (where did my first quarter go??), but it’s time to kick the tires and light the fires, peoples!
I’m getting my ass on the road which means I should be seeing most of you sometime in the next 72 hours. Everybody knows how to find me once onsite, and if you don’t… well then there is probably a reason for that.
If you aren’t making it this year, than that is a damn shame. I will be updating as often as I can. Let’s try and not blow my bandwidth allotment this week, like you did last year? I get pissy when I have to call my Host and upgrade my package, and frankly if you burn thru the 60 gigs I have now then you have too much time on your hands and you should be here being productive with all the rest of us..
Photos won’t be up until after War. It’s too time consuming to attempt on the wireless.
So, um, get your happy ass on the road and come see me, boo!
The archive feature. It’s great laughs. No, really – I’m sitting at my desk laughing so hard there are tears and my assistant is out digging for Kleenex.
Sarah and I were discussing a boy (what’s new?) from my past and the probability of seeing him at War. Which led me to wonder when it was that I met him, so I started searching my archives and found –
http://condoinhell.com/index.php?p=586
Which led me to wonder what was so interesting about Sarah’s weekend, which led me here –
http://beerwithastraw.com/?p=198
And then I remembered what was so interesting…
Then scrolling around led me to this –
http://beerwithastraw.com/?p=234
Which had me crying… and remembering that I should have asked Sarah how those online classes are coming…
So, um, how’s that workin’ out for you, hun?
(and I’m terribly glad you didn’t die, btw)
(and that was a reallyreally interesting Halloween, wasn’t it?)
(and he is still got to be the most adorable man I have ever seen…)
Woot! My shipment from Amalia arrived today with 2 new cotes, 4 sets of sleeves, and 2 overcoats. My Gulf Wars wardrobe is now complete.
And my St. Patrick’s Day dress rocks in ways you can’t even imagine.
The weight gain supplements while sucking ass have done their job. Out of all my cotes only 2 are now still too large to consider wearing. Out of the rest of them about half fit and the other half fall into the “loose but wearable” category.
And in my last prep move before War I started the amped up version of my meds to get me thru the week. I think the official medical terminology is “high as a kite”… no wonder I never realized I broke my ankle last year. I’m fairly certain you could cut my foot off and I would feel no pain… but let’s not test that theory, kk?
Seriously though? I’d really prefer to not spend every April in some sort of cast… and no Dirk, we aren’t starting a betting pool on what I’m going to break at War this year so you can put your money back in your wallet.
Notice: Monday night is Girl’s Night Out and this year we are doing a Quest specially designed to get the Ladies of Gulf Wars out, meeting people, and reveling in the hospitality of various Kingdom and Household Camps.
We will be congregating at the Marshin Fayne encampment (across Four Corners from the Watch Building) at 9 p.m. where we will divide up into smaller groups and set out on our Quest.
The team with the most points at the end of the night wins!
Bring your friends… even the married ones! Tell them to leave their husbands in camp repairing their armor and they can come and play with us, I can pretty much guarantee this is the only way you’ll get to see an Asgard Squire do a stupid squire trick! All females and males in convincing drag welcome! (oh and we have a nifty Hawaiian theme going… since every War needs an excuse for there to be tacky Hawaiian T-Tunics)
Sabine
forward or link at will
Um? Since when have I ever found angsty emo boys sexy?
so confused. Am I smoking something in my sleep and not realizing it?
I obviously haven’t been banging my head against a wall as often as I should be if a tormented soul turns me on…