Month: June 2005

I just broke my anger management toy. Dammit. I have no clue how my Scotsman deals with me when I do that. But I need to go get a new stuffed anger management toy.

Ok, last night’s fight was just fucking awesome! Went from 9P to 1A and the last two guys were kinda funny to watch. One was really shy, so when they did the walk out for him, he’s all covered up and not strutting his stuff (really nice guy too). The other was acting like little Mr Surfer Dude, leaning back in his corner doing this air sex movement – really funny to watch – and giving a thumbs up to the ref while reclining back. Next thing we know, you’ve got the Shy guy in a submission hold and the Surfer guy doing some hip shimmy that had the whole crowd going WTF? But man, Shy guy’s take-down of Surfer dude was awesome. Had him in a Rear choke hold with one arm pinned under him and the other arm used as a lever against his throat. Had to tap out with his foot. Gods, it was awesome. *bouncebouncebounce*

Also must learn how to make filters in my protection barriers. Yes, I know that means things can get through, but damn it, making holes because I forgot to leave a firewall portal to my Zoomie was just stupid.

Ok, so I feel like there’s this piece of me missing. Not sure why it’s hollow, or exactly where the space is, but I can at least sense that it’s there. The sun is finally peeking out, a bit. Still a good amount of cloud cover, but it’s at least a bit yellow instead of drab gray. I need to finish up my letter to the Druid Warrior, got some more to write on that, but the pictures are printing out now, and I’ve got everything else set-up. Gods, this is bugging the shit out of me! I have no clue what all is just jumping at me. I know it’s not the issues from the other day, because I’ve rationalized it all to where the twinge is just a pencil nudge. I can’t see that this is another situation of “something is about to happen, and I’m fluttering because I can’t see it”. Honestly, there is nothing there to that twinge either, keen sense isn’t telling me a damned thing but I’m feeling this internal fight to get out of my skin and I have no bloody clue why. *sigh*

Today, ended up being a spa day, just got out of a soak and a facial. The fight card for tonight looks good, and the place is easy enough to find, so I’m expecting some good stuff. Wish I had a date for it, maybe that’s my issue. Heading off into a new place with no one that I know there.

I think it’s time to go gnaw on something again. When in doubt just bite? Hrm, has some merit, methinks.

Sand, beach, sand, beach, mountains, river, water…..FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, so I feel like there’s this piece of me missing. Not sure why it’s hollow, or exactly where the space is, but I can at least sense that it’s there. The sun is finally peeking out, a bit. Still a good amount of cloud cover, but it’s at least a bit yellow instead of drab gray. I need to finish up my letter to the Druid Warrior, got some more to write on that, but the pictures are printing out now, and I’ve got everything else set-up. Gods, this is bugging the shit out of me! I have no clue what all is just jumping at me. I know it’s not the issues from the other day, because I’ve rationalized it all to where the twinge is just a pencil nudge. I can’t see that this is another situation of “something is about to happen, and I’m fluttering because I can’t see it”. Honestly, there is nothing there to that twinge either, keen sense isn’t telling me a damned thing but I’m feeling this internal fight to get out of my skin and I have no bloody clue why. *sigh*

Today, ended up being a spa day, just got out of a soak and a facial. The fight card for tonight looks good, and the place is easy enough to find, so I’m expecting some good stuff. Wish I had a date for it, maybe that’s my issue. Heading off into a new place with no one that I know there.

I think it’s time to go gnaw on something again. When in doubt just bite? Hrm, has some merit, methinks.

Sand, beach, sand, beach, mountains, river, water…..FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!

Had meeting yesterday with cool boss. Very productive as usual. Meeting with drama boss today, hopefully it won’t last long. Going to a fight tonight, looks to be very cool, just gotta find the place. Need to get credit card payment out today so I can snag Ozzfest tickets for next month – itinerary to be coming. Checked in on the Cpl yesterday, good response so far, lots of letters and stuff coming in, so I’m happy about that. His family needs all the outside support it can get. Need to finish my letter to my other Army boy overseas and get his protection charm and books out to him. Need to pack up my Zoomie’s present and ship that out to him, as well.

Now to only hope my boss got off his ass and has my last invoice payment, and the leftover from the first invoice ready to be paid in full.

Because montieth thinks this is absolutely hilarious…

Ok, so I’m slightly depressed and was obviously so when my parents came last week. In fact, being true to mum form, my mum had it figured out by the first hour. So anyway, she finally decides to call me today and let me know they made it back alright (despite the fact I said when you get in, and they bitch about me not following instructions. I wonder where I get it.) Anyway…So my mum calls today and launches into the questioning of being depressed. I didn’t want to tell her it it’s because my bf is overseas (whole discussion I really don’t want to get into), and the rain has ditched the joy that is the whipping boy and his harley and they got in earlier than expected so I couldn’t get my nature fix, and that they were intruding on my outdoor, nice sunshine time, and that they weren’t helpful when I asked them what they were up for doing. Needless to say, I defaulted on what I do, going to the gym, housework, business work, and being lazy. So while I’m being lectured on how I spend too much time in front of my laptop and not interacting with people, I’m watching vampire sex and people being served up on platters (God Bless USA). She doesn’t get the fact that a) it’s during the day and most people my age have day jobs and b) I took most of the week off and scheduled around their visit because I knew they were coming in. But alas, she wants me to pick up another job, which, if there’s a position for a gymnastics instructor at the local YMCA open, I might go for it. Then, (oh this is a pisser) she launches into me about my Scotsman’s dress slacks. See, he went to work late one day, and his dress slacks had Maus fur on them from laying them where the cat could sleep on them. But it’s my fault for not keeping his clothes clean and being a good little Hausfrau by doing so. Then she launches into him, at me, because he can’t go to work dressed like that because he’s too high up in the company to do so. WTF?!? I mean seriously, did she not see what he was wearing the rest of the week? Faded black ratty jeans, a ratty t-shirt and a sweater!

So yeah, I’m depressed and my mum thinks she can make things better by getting onto me about the responsibility for dressing my husband-person. Not like she did much, my dad was a stay-at-home dad, he kept her clean!