Month: January 2005

One thing I hate about the South…there’s a report of an ice storm coming. So they all storm the grocery store like there’s no tomorrow. Thankfully, I needed real stuff, and didn’t feel the need to go searching every grocery store in 50 miles to find bottled water, and I buy fancy bread, so there was plenty of that.

Let’s see, today involved slapping a heating pad on the back of my legs so I can move, will be stretching shortly. Cleaned out my make-up kit, now I need to clean the kit itself, but that will have to wait till tomorrow. Got word on the job, and I’m comfortable with the way things are being handled. (Just realized that I needed to check my voicemail – 11 messages, wow) Anyway, things in life are going quite well. I’m gearing up to visit Aviano around June/July, will be very cool because I can’t wait to visit my Zoomie. And yes, luxpagani has put it quite well, in that I’m a smitten kitten, because I am. I’ve got my boys and they both make me absolutely very happy, one of these days I’ll write it down in separate posts and make the both of them blush with mushiness. God they’re awesome. I love them to death. Can I say that enough? Hrm, don’t think so, but I’ll spare all of you all with sappy girliness that is me, at the moment. Mmmmmmmm, happy thoughts. Yeah, anyway….

Got the rooms set up for Prog, will be much fun and evilness abounds. The Evil Twin and I have decided to make the jump from the Fairfield to the Residence Inn so we can be social (yeah, we’re being followers for once). But of course, how can we truly be evil if we’re separated from everyone else, where we can’t taunt and be evil? Hrm? So, I’ll officially state that I will have the non-stop coffee going in my room, and I will commence organizing the Official ProgPower Corset Day in the next few weeks. Need to get my door sign printed *eg* as I have it designed. Note warning to you nuts who will be there, who also read this….those not getting cinched must wait outside. I’m a D*Con vet, and there will be no over-crowding in my room, period. 🙂

So on the way to the bar tonight, I’m listening to Bush: Deconstructed and on comes the remix of Mouth. Talk about a flood of memories coming back. That song was the soundtrack to my first and only dished out lapdance, to a subject who’s shyness froze him in his chair, with the realization that EVERYONE in our section of the bar area, of a college club, was staring at him. Yeah, that was fun times. Especially with the girlfriend on the dance floor watching me and giving me an equally evil grin back. Man, if she could have easily gotten off the dance floor, I’m sure she would have joined me.

Fun, fun times.

Ok, I have officially been poked and prodded for the year. I have a UTI and I look like I’m about 3 months pregnant, at the moment. I20 through Louisiana sucks, floating insides that are already swollen do not like to be knocked around. My mum, and I, forgot to add painkillers to my travel kit today, so I’m in some serious pain right now. I’m a skinny girl, barely enough room for the organs that are already there, then add to the muscles that don’t want to stretch. PAIN!!!!!!!!!!! God fuck! Can I say that enough? Seriously, if I thought I had a high pain tolerance to begin with, I’m fucked in the future. Not to mention I’m hungry, but it’s making me naseous. I can’t spell or think right now either. FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!

So, hearing is all checked out, my left ear is still within normal ranges and my right ear is dealable. Hearing aids are good, they still work.

In other news, my goal of sleeping through the night was choked by a massive back spasm that sent me crawling on the floor to my parents room for the heating pad. I’ve been attached to it since last night. Anyway, the theory is that I have a UTI (which is why I haven’t gotten any sleep), and parents are worried that it’s traveled up to my kidney’s already. Yeah, TMI, but deal with it, don’t care.

On another tangent, I was watching Beyond the Da Vinci Code on the history channel. About half-way through, I call up my Scotsman because they had a snippet of Paul Mercer’s violin focus from one of The Changeling’s albums. Pretty cool, that’s two friends’ bands I’ve recognized on TV in the last 2 months.

And oh yeah, and my amusement for today. While it’s also MLK’s b-day, it’s also General Lee’s b-day as well, and we know that that means in Georgia…..Old Confederate flag flying day. How ironic is that?

Scorpio for this week:

I beg you not to do what Robert Chamberlain did in his room at a Motel 6 in Chenango, New York last May. Please don’t buy 14 jars of petroleum jelly and smear the stuff all over yourself, the walls, and the furniture. On the other hand, Scorpio, I do recommend that you become as slippery as possible in the coming week, metaphorically speaking. Don’t stay too long in one place, don’t commit yourself to long-term plans, don’t get stuck in dogmatic perspectives, and don’t get pinned down, period.

FreeWill Astrology

Hrm, I wonder if KY would work better? And what if I like being pinned down?

Ok, now that we’re back up and running. What has the freak been doing so far….

Well, yesterday, I learned how to Tango – ballroom dance style. My dad dragged me out of bed bright and early to his Sr. citizen’s dance class and his instructor decided I looked like a dancer, so on the floor I went. Dancing with her was great, because she knew what she was doing and could lead me with no problems. My dad, on the other hand, needs more practice, and he isn’t that great as a lead. Still, it was fun, with the exception of almost being swung across the floor because I was in socks. Then, off to another Sr. Citizen’s center for what my dad calls “pickin ‘n grinin”. It’s a bunch of people who get together with their guitars, mandolins, banjos and voices. They have folders with the lyrics, no music, and go from there. Pretty cool, and the guy leading them was a character. He’s hard of sighted and used to have a one man band, and boy can he play. Now, if any of you are wondering where I get my sense of humour, well, this groups was playing a song called “He drinks tequila”. For those that haven’t heard it, the chorus line is “He drinks tequila, and she talks dirty in Spanish. In pink pyjama’s and a sombero.” Funny song. They also sung “Elvira” with emphasis on the more racy of lines. That tired me out, so I skipped the 83rd b-day of one of their friends, which involved much dancing, singing and drinking. Instead I crashed out for a Prophecy Marathon, compliments of my mum and a B&N gift card.

Today was slow, lunch with my Brother, SIL, and kidlets. Got to meet my newest niece and play with my first niece. She definitely is a Weidenbach, I will say that. She’s got the smile down, with scrunched nose, the ability to dance and the cat personality. She’s also finally gotten used to the thing sticking out of my tongue, and doesn’t try to pull it out when I stick my tongue out at her.

Got all 3 of my grove papers written, just need a quick edit before print, ordered my new ritual robe, and slacked off. When I get home, I’m tempted to find out where that Tango group went from the Cafe, that was pretty fun, I’d just prefer to be around people my own age, where my mum won’t decide to brag about my dancing history to a bunch of strangers.

Oh yes, I’ve also been reminded of one of the reasons I moved out of here. Lack of privacy (both my gram and mum walk into my room at any given point) and constantly being talked about when we go places. Ya know, I’m happy that my parents are proud of their freakish daughter, but I’m a fairly private person, and if I’m going to be talked about in front of people, I want to be the one doing the talking. Oh yeah, and a very loud mum and granmum who wake me up at ungodly hours of the morning, talking in the kitchen.

One cool thing….They have frosted rice krispies out here!!!!! I’m in heaven. And in the event I haven’t mentioned it, I finally have a new pair of jeans and some nifty undies. Even got a cool bodice thing that will look awesome under a business coat. Anyway. Yeah, things are cool here, went and picked up my gram today, have no bloody clue what we’re doing tomorrow.

In all honesty, I wish I was back home. I’m needed and I won’t be back till Wednesday. Grrrr.