Thursday, June 23, 2005

Duck this!!!

Here is the beginning of the first strip for the baby blanket I'm making for a friend. My goal is to have this thing done before her son is born, or if that doesn't happen, then at least before he graduates from college, heh.


This has proven to be a really tricky project for me. This is the first thing I have ever done that has required me to read a chart. And let me just say that the chart is so dog gone small, that if you don't have super bionic eyes, you're going to have problems.

The chart part wasn't all too bad once I got over having to read it with my nose pressed against it, but what is really getting to me is all the balls of yarn I have dangling from my work. THAT is some irritating stuff. Yarn everywhere and twisting up, I don't think I have ever hated a duck as much as I hate this one. :) The yarn is really nice and soft, and generally nice to work with, but it's like velcro kind of, because it sticks to itself, which tends to piss me off.

Fortunately though, I'm on a fairly easy portion of the pattern for a while...I only have 4 balls of yarn dangling from my work, hehe.

We seem to be in the groove for summer vacation. Sebastian is allowed to stay up a bit later now and he seems to really be enjoying that part. The bad part is, he didn't want to get out of bed today. At 10:00 this morning, I could have gone in there banging pots and pans over his head and he probably wouldn't have flinched, so I kind of suspect that once we put him to bed, he's staying up, lol.

Weather here was awful yesterday. We had crazy thunder and lightning, some places had winds up to 60 mph and a downpoor of hail. Most everything in this house is terrified of thunder. When it thunders here, the kid screams, the dogs cry and the birds yell. I really hate thunder! hehe.

Hoping to take Sebastian to see the Batman movie this weekend. He doesn't really seem all too interested because in his mind, nothing can really beat out Spiderman. I've tried to explain to him that if the two were to battle, that Batman could probably kick Spidermans ass, but he won't hear of it.

If he doesn't bite at Batman, then the Fantastic Four movie is due out soon, and he already seems to have somewhat of an interest in that.

See, I'm desperate for a new super hero. For two years now, maybe more, it's been nothing but Spiderman around here. Spiderman toys, spiderman action figures, spiderman bedspreads and sheets, spiderman T-shirts, shorts, shoes, jackets, underwear, pajamas, bath toys, posters, cups and plates, lifesized inflatable spidermen, books, playsets, balloons, playsets, web slingers, and who knows what I'm forgetting.

I can literally take my kid while getting him ready for school, and outfit him in Spiderman socks, underwear, slap a Spiderman shirt and jeans with an embroidered Spiderman on him, put on his Spiderman shoes and Spiderman windbreaker, and top it all off with a spiderman hat and backpack. And while this might seem funny, the horrifying part is that I can do this at least three days in a row, all without re-wearing any article of clothing.

And let's not talk about how many times I have sat through the Spiderman 1 and 2 movies, okay?

So yah. Looking for a new stinking super hero, and pronto!!

Monday, June 20, 2005

Some people don't fool around when it comes to a Barbeque.

Now *THIS* is a burger!!

Have you ever seen a burger this big in your life? I started out with the hamburger buns and I smeared all my stuff on them, slapped an onion on there and some tomatoes and then my hubby handed me the burger, and the first thing I really could think when I saw this thing all assembled was... holy shit!!

And yes, I ate the whole dang thing. If it makes me look any better, my son ate one too! And before ya'll start wondering what kind of a pig I am, I will have you know that I did use a fork as to not make an ass of myself. ;)



Yesterday was a perfect day to be outside. We've been plagued with disgustingly hot and humid days as of late-to where they have actually sent kids home from school early. Yesterday though, well it was perfect.

Sebastian waited up til really late Saturday night so he could give Phil his fathers day present at midnight, right when fathers day started. I've never seen Seb so excited about anything, but then again he's had this present stashed away in the pit of Hell that we call his room for a good two months now and he never said a peep or ruined the suprise, so I didn't mind him waiting up to do that.

It was a good fathers day. I get really depressed on fathers day because it's the day that I stop and think that I haven't spent fathers day with my own dad in like, 8 years now, and that really really gets me down. Sure I send a package and call him, but it's really never the same.

Sebastian is officially on summer vacation, and he's already rattled off about 3,525 places to go and things he wants to do. I have a whole summers worth of studies to do at home with him about an hour a day to keep his little brain active and to get him a jump start on first grade, but when I brought it up today, he put his hands on his hips, and got really pissy with me. "Don't you know that I'm on vacation?" He was pretty pitiful, so I decided this morning that I would give him a break for a week before we got started into a routine.

His report card was great, he went from a 2 to a 1 in both reading readiness and fine motor skills, and I knew that he was going to improve in at least one of those because he has worked so hard on his handwriting and I've noticed a considerable difference just at home. This earned him a trip to the Toys R Us, where he got to pick out a reward. He picked a Mr. Fantastic, this big action figure that stretches out to like 3 times his size. I'll have to get a picture of it up on the blog. The Fantastic Four movie is due out soon, and we've already promised that we would go. Maybe this is the end of the Spiderman obsession we've endured for about two years now, and maybe the beginning of something that has more than one character to get action figures for!! Heheh.

Well, I'm off!!

Mario Spaghetti

Sebastian recently got his hands on a 3 wheeler that used to belong to my hubby when he was a kid, and he absolutely loves it.

Now, I have a little brother.I remember him when we were kids on his 3 wheeler and the little booger was a nightmare. I see Sebastian on this thing and my first instinct is to run away to preserve my toes, because my kid brother was a mastermind at aiming and taking out your entire foot on his 3 wheeler. Not only that, but he was so fast that you would hobble after him to beat the crap out of him, and you couldn't even catch him.

Fortunately, my son has not hit the devious level with this thing, and I may be a lot older but I guarantee you, I'd catch him. :)

Will drool for burgers!!

Duncan is cute, and he knows it. And he tries especially hard to let everyone know exactly how cute he is when someone puts burgers on the table.

In this picture, he's smiling at us, trying to charm us out of our burgers.

If someone got suckered into sharing, they never admitted it. :)

Attack of the butterfly

Here is a picture of a butterfly that spent a lot of Sunday afternoon divebombing us during dinner.

It had been quite a while since I had seen a butterfly, and the colors on this one were really spectacular. It kept coming back, and I kept taking pictures.

Then I got home and I was like, hrm. I wonder what kind of butterfly this is? And thanks to the wonders of the internet, I have decided that this must be called a Red Admiral.

http://www.npwrc.usgs.gov/resource/distr/lepid/bflyusa/nj/224.htm

Now if there were no internet, I would have had to go to the library to find this out. And if that were the case, I probably would have forgotten by the next time I hit the library, or worse, would have spent hours digging around through books over one stupid butterfly. I love you, internet!!
Another butterfly pic, I was suprised that it let me get right in its face for this picture, lol

Thursday, June 16, 2005

A rant about our healthcare system, and why it sucks.

Everyone is familiar with the fact that healthcare costs are on the rise. It's no new news that we have families in our communities that have no medical insurance, and it's not uncommon anymore to have people file bankruptcy because of their medical bills.

Until today, I really never stopped to think about why. I guess I'm just so accustomed to getting bent over left and right by companies, and charged out the ass for things, that I don't even question it anymore.

Yesterday, I finally got my itemized bill from a recent trip to the emergency room. After I checked to make sure my insurance covered it, I started looking at the things I was charged for.

I noticed a charge for $455 for drugs. Which would be fine and dandy except on that particular evening, I never had drugs. That night, I was in pain and I could have used drugs, but no one ever gave me any. I like drugs, and if I had received medication of any sort that night, I would sure the hell remember it.

Then there was another charge for $223 for "IV Therapy". Hey, that's cool. But I never had an IV, let alone "therapy".

I suppose a typical person gets their bill, makes sure it's covered, and is done with it. Not me though. I called up the hospital and asked for an explanation, and oddly enough, they were unable to locate the listings for these charges. Mysterious, evaporating charges that my insurance company paid for.

Today, I had to call my insurance company to find out why they covered my CAT scan for that night but won't pay the actual bill for the guy who read the films, and why they decided to not pay my Urologist. Despite covering the emergency room bill, they decided that the radiology and urology bills dealt with some unknown, pre-existing condition. /boggle

Once I got that all cleared up with them, I had him pull up my emergency room bill and went through the mysterious charges with the guy, and told him that I had never received some of the services that I was charged for and that they ultimately paid for. His response was that they have a contract with the hospital, and that's how it works. He was not concerned in the least that they paid out unnecessary funds for imaginary services, because that's how it works!

That's how it works?

Never mind the fact that I pay those rat bastards $1300 every month so they can question all the crap that they shouldn't question, and so they can give me grief and send questionaires out to my doctors to determine whether valid services were either valid or necessary, but they don't give a hoot when they're told that they paid for something that they shouldn't have paid for. And why should they really care, because in the end, it's going to come out of everyone elses pocket.

Let's chew on that for a minute, and then think of the families who don't have health insurance and can't afford to take their kids to the doctor when they're sick, and then let's think about why some employers have been forced to raise the price of healthcare for their workers, or have stopped providing benefits altogether, which in turn leaves families like my own, who have to either go without, or pay $1300+ out of our pocket every month to make sure we have health insurance.

No reason to be concerned, because that's how it works.

Someone explain to me why this is supposed to be okay, because I think it's really freaking stupid.

-N-

This ain't Puff the Magic Dragon....

Thanks to the joys of online gaming, I can tell people that I have killed and been killed by dragons. Yah, so they look at me kind of weird, but it's true.

About once a week, the folks in my guild get together for a dragon raid. It's probably one of the most enjoyable events that we have ever done, except for the time we stripped our toons naked, put on jester hats, and went out to kill enemies, but that's a whole different story.

When this dragon first went into the game, we had raids of 100+ people show up to kill this thing, and sometimes even that didn't go so well. Somewhere I have a screenshot of a happy dragon surrounded by nothing but corpses of my realm mates, including myself.

As time has gone by though, and new abilities have been added to the game, the folks in my guild have experimented and worked on ways to kill the dragon on our own. We use a voice communication system called Ventrilo, pile everyone into it, and go dragon hunting together.

Most times we win, but sometimes we don't, but either way, it's always a good time with good people.




Meet Golestandt, Albions dragon. This screenshot was taken right outside the lair where it lives. Sometimes the dragon will fly off for breakfast, but most of the time it's parked right here.
This is me on my theurgist, shortly after the dragon stepped on me. I had bravely gone in to pull the giants (those rat bastards in the left side of the picture) to get them out of the lair so we could engage the dragon, but ummm...well that didn't work so well. :(


Usually, we arrive at the lair and there are just a few giants. We pull them, kill them, and them march in to kill or be killed. Last night though, we ended up with some really determined giants, because there were not only a lot of them, but they just kept showing up to rain on our parade.
This screenshot shows me casting pets on the dragon, after we engaged it and shortly before it and the giants wiped our raid. You can see my brave guild mates surrounding the dragon, fighting it.

We win some, we lose some. Seems like every time we bite the dust, we learn a new trick or discover something new that we managed to screw up, and we remember it for the next time. Sometimes though, you end up with bugged encounters where giants spawn all over and run everyone over, and there's really nothing we can do about that but chalk it up to the dragon being a bastard.

The dragon yells at us the entire time we're fighting it. And if that's not enough, it breathes fire and does an area effect fire, which tends to singe your hair and burn your butt a bit. If it can't kill you that way, it will toss you up into the air, making you take damage when you slam into the ground.

This is not the happy go lucky dragon that we read about and watched movies about as kids. That's why we like to kill it. :)

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Track Banquet!!

Sebastian proudly displaying the new trophy he got at his awards banquet for track. Everyone brought a side dish or dessert, and we had hamburgers and hot dogs. Was a great time and Sebastian is really proud of himself.



It was held in the high school cafeteria. There were tons of people and it was so dang hot in there. No air conditioning at all, but I wasn't really expecting it. I mean, we can't pass a school budget and we can't afford text books, and Sebastian has been complaining every day about being too hot in school. Today in class, they made paper fans.

Sigh. Only 3 more days to go.

-N-
Sebastian and I at his trophy banquet for track.

Good friends don't let stupid friends use Ebay.

Okay. So begins my tale of Ebay bravery!


I've been Ebaying for a long time. I love Ebay because I can generally find good deals on things, I can locate items that I can't seem to find anywhere else, and so I can buy back toys from my childhood that I lost long ago while convincing my husband that they are for my son and not for me.

I buy clothes, I buy yarn. I buy those stupid figurines that you get from Red Rose Tea that I have started to collect. I sometimes buy shit that I don't really need, but once in a while, I run across something that I have to have, and I snipe it, which is when you bid in the last few seconds of an auction and no one has a chance to respond or bid.

Sniping gives me a rush. Sniping makes me smile. Sniping people out of the widgets they wanted so badly makes me happy.

I'll be honest with you. When I have won an auction and I am basquing in the glow of the aftersnipe, and doing my "I win at Ebay" dance behind my computer chair, it's very rare that I take the time to consider the possibility that I might have sniped an object away from someone that literally means life or death to someone.

Case in point: my new shirts. Oh how I love them. And they're all mine. Unfortunately when I won this auction, I got more than I bargained for. I got hate mail. And it's not the first hate mail I have ever received, mind you....but now I have a blog, and with that blog I can share this hate mail with others!

Anyway, while I was doing my Ebay dance last week after auction end, someone, somewhere, was contemplating about how I had just ruined their life. Yes. I ruined their life. And soon, the emails began. User ID's have been changed to protect the parties involved. /smirk:

Dear sxxxxxxxxxxxx,

i just want to let you know that what you did was cruel. i did not even have a chance to bid higher than you. people who dont bid legally like you should be banned from ebay and i will be reporting you.

hxxxxxx


OMG!!! Cruel? Illegal? Banned from Ebay?? This can't be! So I put on my nice Ebayer hat and sent the poor soul a friendly email back.

Dear hxxxxxx,

I'm sorry that the auction was unpleasant for you. Sniping, which is the method I utilized during that auction, is perfectly acceptable as a "legal" form of bidding at Ebay.

I have Ebayed for a long time and I have found that a good rule of thumb to follow when bidding is to Bid once, Bid late, and Bid your max.

Since you seem to be fairly new to Ebay, this is a common tactic that you should be aware of so you will be prepared in the future.

Happy Ebaying!

sxxxxxxxxxxxx

There! That was really nice of me to offer advice to this new Ebayer, and I was even quite pleasant about it. I've gotten hate mail before, so this is nothing new to me, and this is generally my canned response, and usually, that is the end of that.

Sometimes though, they can't let go. Sometimes, they will say anything to make you feel like shit and riddled with guilt. Like the lady last Halloween who sent me an email because I sniped a Blues Clues costume that she had wanted for her special needs son. I felt guilty and contacted the seller who was confused because the same lady had contacted her telling her the same story, only it involved a dying niece, not a special needs son. See how that works? Okay. Now that you understand that, we can move on to the response I got:

Dear sxxxxxxxxxxxx,

what you did was cruel. i suffer from terminal cancer and i have less than 3 months to live and i really needed those clothes. i hope your happy and i hope you rot in hell.

hxxxxxx

Umm. WTF? You know, I was expecting a cheerful response, thanking me for being so dang nice. And I got this. And then I started having flashbacks from the Blues Clues costume. And I sat for a bit and fumed over this. And then I got really pissed. And then I sent her back an email.

Dear hxxxxxxx,

Ok! We need to clarify a couple things because you apparently have some misconceptions about me.

First of all, I am not Miss Cleo. In addition, I am not affiliated in anyway to the Psychic Friends Network. Because of this, I have no way of knowing when someone I am bidding against has a disease or when the item I have won means life or death to someone, as apparently this item does to you.

Second, you must think I'm a real dumbass. If I had less than three months to live, there is no way I would be sitting on my ass behind my computer, bidding on a lot of 23 shirts for the summer, because with the time frame you gave me, you'd be lucky to receive them before you bite the dust, let alone get the chance to wear them, unless you're planning a fashion show to accompany your funeral.

You ma'am, are full of dog doo, and while I will agree that there is something seriously wrong with you, I highly doubt that you're going to die from it.

I won, the end, let it go. On Ebay there are a million auctions for you to bid on, and a million other users that may possibly fall for your sob story. I suggest you get started on them.

Happy Ebaying,

sxxxxxxxxxxxx

It is important to note that this poor, dying, hate-mail sending soul is currently bidding on 3 lots of clothes, 2 CDs, 1 quilt kit, some auto parts and some rock concert tickets for somewhere on the west coast that's taking place at the end of July. I had to take the time to look at the items she was bidding on to be sure that she was full of crap before I sent her a blazing e-mail accusing her of it, and sure enough, this woman is on an Ebay shopping spree that would make most husbands clutch their wallet in fright. The last time I checked, she is currently winning a large handful of auctions, and the current total for all of them together is $468, and most of those auctions still have a few days to go. Hope she lives long enough to see them end!

Maybe you CAN take it with you when you go!


I felt much better after clicking the "send" button on the above e-mail. I figured it was done, but low and behold, I checked my e-mail later on, and found this:

Dear sxxxxxxxxxxxx,

you are a bitch and nothing but an ebay bully.

hxxxxxx

This was when I threw my hands up in the air and decided that some folks, no matter how much you hold their hands, are never EVER going to get it.


Remember people!! Good friends don't let stupid friends use Ebay.


When Ebay hate is worth it...

They have arrived! The Ebay lot of summer shirts that caused my rash of hate mail from a vindictive fellow Ebayer...




And it was worth all the hate, I think, they are all adorable. :) I had to drop a package off at the post office and low and behold, my box was there waiting for me. I had been a bit annoyed originally that I had to go down there to begin with, but Sebastian missed the bus so I was going out to take him to school anyway, so that kind of made it worth the trip.

I forgot to post my tale of Ebay horror yesterday, so I will have to follow up and do that today so you all can understand the added bonus I got out of winning this auction. I'm set for summer for like, the next 3 years for what ended up being about $3 a shirt, and I got to piss someone off and ruin their day, all in one transaction. Life is good.

Tonight is Sebastians banquet for track. I'm supposed to bring a side dish to share, which means I have to cook, which means that there is a slight chance that, due to my god awful culinary skills, anyone who eats my salad might just bite the dust tonight. Hopefully we can get in there, pick up Sebs trophy, and get out of there before people start dropping. :)

Seb's feeling much better, his cough has gone away and he's sleeping through the night without any disturbances. The big trick to this was finding a cough medicine that he would take. We tried Robitussin, but Sebastian would cry when he saw the bottle, and we would no sooner get it down him than he would barf. Was pointless, and I can totally understand how he felt, I've never been much of a Robitussin fan myself. Finally found some crap that was grape flavored which seemed to do the trick and he was a lot more comfortable after that.

Well I'm off to the kitchen. If you don't see any posts from me for a couple days, it's because someone who ate my salad at the banquet died.

Just kidding. Seriously.

-N-

Monday, June 13, 2005

Yay for the end of the school year.

Here's a picture of Sebastian at track. Tomorrow night (Tuesday) is his end of track banquet and awards ceremony. He's gone from prancing around like a ballerina to running like something that resembles more of a kid running.

After today, he only has 4 days left of school. He doesn't really seem excited about it, but then again, leaving kindergarten isn't the same as the end of your junior or senior year, I guess hehe.


Today he has his end of the year party at school, which is where he's at now. I guess they're having fruits and veggies and playing games. If I went some place like that every day, I wouldn't want to leave either!

Was a relatively uneventful weekend. Sebastian had a birthday party he attended, but he left a bit early because he wasn't feeling so hot. He's had a cough for a few days now that is driving him nuts and I think he was really uncomfortable. You know he's not a happy camper when he turns away ice-cream birthday cake. Fortunately though, he seems to be feeling a lot better, so I'm just keeping an eye on him for the time being.

Hardly any time to knit. I did though, get a lot done on the shrug I'm working on, because some TV station had a marathon this weekend of a lot of the old 80's shows that I used to watch, and I just couldn't tear myself away from it. Which meant time to get the shrug almost done, and I might even be able to block it and wear it by next weekend, woot! I'll try to put some pictures of it up later on this afternoon if I can remember.

Still hot and sticky here, I hate it! I realized last week that I barely have any summer clothes, so I hopped on Ebay and found this great lot for a bunch of really cute tank tops, summer tops etc and sniped it. I was thrilled, but apparently the person who I beat was a bit pissed off, because I ended up with a rash of hate mail from them, calling me names and telling me how I ruined their life, lol.

I'll have to post the exchange later on, but all it did was further my love for Ebay. Where else can I snipe 23 summer shirts for a good price and ruin someone elses day so bad that they are forced to make up stupid stories to try to make me feel guilty?

I love Ebay!!

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Trying hard to be cool...

My Southpark toon!!
Go make one yourself at: http://www.planearium2.de/flash/spstudio.html



Damn, it's hot out. So hot that at midnight last night, when I was out scouring the neighborhood for our stupid cat who escaped yesterday, it was still above 80 degrees.

Not really sure what it is about the particular state I live in, but coming originally from Washington state, I have decided that New Jersey is not really capable of having any sort of happy medium. I'm either too dang hot or too freaking cold. Never anything in between. Well, I take that back. There are like, three days in the year when the trees turn bright reds, yellows and oranges, and when that happens, it's really nice. The rest of the year can go to Hell.

So anyway, I got inspired the other night to get an iced tea maker. Checked out Ebay, they were too expensive. Checked out Wal*Mart (aka, Wally*World!!) and they had them, super cheap. I was out the door like a raped ape to get one, and I must say, it's mighty freaking cool. Iced tea in minutes flat, can't beat it. What is it about Wally World? You go in for one dog gone thing and the next thing you know you're leaving with a cart full of shit. Was all stuff we needed, but still...I think there is something in the air there.

Then we hit Macy's. They were having a customer appreciation sale, and I appreciated the Hell out of that. Got a nice new jeanskirt and a black bikini that I will never, ever wear in public. My goal this summer, if I don't melt from the heat, is to get somewhat of a base tan, so I'm going to haul myself, my knitting, and my iced tea out to the back deck while Seb is out playing, and catch a bit of sun.

Then the cat ditched us. Yah, I know. I have 4 cats. In this zoo of mine, you would think it would be hard to notice when someone has disappeared. However, Merlynn likes to hog my computer chair, and when I don't have to shoo her off so I can get to my desk, I notice that something is up. Thing about her is, she was a skittish stray when we got her. She's come a long way, but she really only likes me. Likes me to the point where she can get kind of annoying. Anyway, since she likely wouldn't go to anyone else, I was the sucker who got kitty recovery duty.

I spent half the day looking for her, never found her. I probably walked past her a hundred times while she hid in a bush, snickering at me. She turned up on our back deck this morning, and she's prolly knocked up. Sigh.

Well, I'm off to hug my air conditioner. :/

Monday, June 06, 2005

Counting down!!



WOOT!!!!!

Nine days left until school is out. Sebastian should be the one that's excited, not me! But here I am, counting down the days, and I'm not really sure why.

This was his first year of school, and sometimes I think he adjusted to kindergarten far more than I did :). For the first couple weeks I would stand at the bus stop as his bus pulled away, blubbering like an idiot wondering where the last five years had gone. Over time though, those three hours he was in school each day were actually the first hours I had gotten for myself since he was born, and I've grown to really appreciate them.

Next year, his school days will be a bit longer, and I hope he handles that okay. This summer, I have a lot planned for him as far as continuing to work on his handwriting, reading and other things that will help him get a nice jump start for the school year. It's a very nice thing having a mother-in-law who is a teacher. She brought home a lot of work books and penmanship paper for us to use, so I kind of have a well-rounded summer program set up for him.

Had a fairly uneventful weekend. I like those. Uneventful generally means that nothing blew up, broke, or croaked, and that we avoided drama and tragedy.

Hit the mall, got my nails done, picked up a present for a birthday party Seb is going to next weekend. Went to the new Olive Garden that just went in by the mall, was a very nice dinner.

Sunday I chased the dogs around the deck in a vain attempt to give them baths. That took most of my afternoon and by the time I was done I decided I didn't feel like doing much of anything else.

I did hear a bit of good news, though. Actually it's more of a rumor than anything else, but it's sounding like Starbucks bought the former PNC bank building in town, which is like, just down the road from me. If this is true, I would be one happy camper. I'm going to refrain from getting too excited though. I've lived in this town long enough to know that every good thing that has a possibility to happen generally gets shot down by some uptight asshole at the town meetings worried about parking or heavy traffic going in and out of the store. It's people like this who have made this town the wasteland that it is.

Starbucks, though... ;)

Sunday, June 05, 2005

Yes...girls really DO play video games. Sheesh!

It's so funny when I stop and realize how many guys out there are convinced that there aren't many ladies playing video games...particularly the online roleplaying sort of games.

I started my online gaming almost six years ago with Everquest (also known as EverCrack). Later on, when the beta testing was announced for a new game, called Dark Age of Camelot, I signed up to test it, and I never went back to Everquest.

I've been playing DAoC since the night it went live, almost 3 and a half years, and I haven't gotten tired of it yet. I can always manage to log in and find some sort of trouble to get into, whether it involves killing some pain in the ass dragon, killing elves, or getting run over by trolls.

What I like about this game is that the people I play with and against are all people, from all over the world. So when I kill someone, I know that someone is somewhere at their computer calling me names, and when they run me over, they're prolly doing some kind of dance behind their puter chair.

To date I have a ton of characters I have levelled. My favorite is my reaver. I adore her and as you can see by my pictures, she's quite adorable...like of the super model variety. Then I have a level 50 infiltrator, Lorrix, who's a kick in the ass to play. I have a level 50 Paladin, a level 50 Heretic, a level 50 Theurgist, a Legendary alchemist, and the list goes on.

The best part about this game is my guild. I formed the guild when the servers went live and I've been the GM (guildmaster) ever since. Biggest bunch of smartasses that you could ever meet, including my own father as well as my husband, who don't think twice about telling you how it is or telling some ding dong to screw off. Best bunch of folks that you could ever meet from all over the world, and we have a great time.:)



Some keep in Midgard. We showed up with seige, knocked a few holes into it, installed a drive-thru and some skylights, and left it for the dumb trolls to repair.
My reaver, Lorrixah
My reaver, Lorrixah
My Infiltrator, Lorrix

Friday, June 03, 2005

TGIF. Really!

Cheese!!


I've already posted a picture of Darwin, our African Grey. Today I'm going to share a picture of Bumbles, our blue and gold macaw. Not because he deserves it, really, but because he's fresh on my mind. Particularly because I walked past him with a cup of coffee and he didn't get a sip, so he's downstairs yelling "Come here! Come here!" hoping that I come down and share with him. Me share coffee? Yah, right. lol.

I remember when we were finally able to pick Bumbles up to bring him home. He was hardly weaned and barely feathered. Was a lot like bringing home a baby. I was raised around birds, so I am quite comfortable with them, but he was different. He was the most monstrous thing in feathers that I had ever seen, and he was probably the youngest bird I had ever had at home with me.

The lady who cared for him as a baby kept reminding us every time we would visit him that macaws aren't known to be big talkers, and that they aren't as "smart" as greys are. She did mention though, that he was already saying "hello" at that point...like she was trying to give us something to live for. Really at that point we didn't care if he talked, we already had Darwin who talks quite well, and we were just looking for a more outgoing bird to compliment Darwins personality, and to fill the void that we felt after losing our other grey, Pua, who had been in my family since I was just a small kid.

Flash forward two years. Bumbles doesn't shut up. Ever. He has something to say about everything. He does the basic "Hello, Goodbye" etc. He tries to con you out of your food "Is that good? MMMM!!!!" Tells you that he's "Very Good!" (particularly when he knows he's been bad) and he yells at my son when he thinks discipline is appropriate.

He hates the UPS man, yells at the poor guy when he shows up, and it's to the point where you see the UPS guy dash like a raped ape from our house after tossing packages onto our steps. I haven't had to sign for a package in over a year, and the poor guy doesn't even bother knocking on the door anymore. He must think a bunch of lunatics live here. Lunatics that buy a lot of yarn. Heh.

Bumbles lets himself out of his cage. Tosses food to the bottom of his perch to sucker the cats over to him, and then pulls their tails and laughs and laughs. "Come here, baby" he says to me. I walk up to him and he sticks his face right up to mine and says "How are you?" and proceeds to pull my hair, yell "OW!" and laugh at me.

On most days, he's a real hoot. Today though, he's irritating the shit out of me.

Still working on my big bag. And an afghan project that I've been knitting for a few months now. All it needs is the border, I don't know why I keep putting it off. I think I keep finding new things that I want to knit, and I get distracted. I ordered a baby sweater, hat and afghan kit to make for a friend who is expecting soon, and I'm really anxious to get started on that too, because it looked damned cute when I ordered it.

I look forward to this weekend, I don't have to go anywhere, see anyone, or do anything specific, and to me, the best weekends are when you aren't obligated to fulfill some sort of schedule.

Enjoy your weekend :)

Nicole

Thursday, June 02, 2005

OMG. WTF is this?

I just got this in my e-mail from a friend. I'm still trying to figure out what the Hell it is, and why she sent it to me.



I sincerely hope that she isn't wanting me to try to make one of these, because you know, I'm a pretty open minded person, but this is about the ugliest thing I have ever seen. It kind of looks like that knitting project I had a while back that my cats got a hold of. I mean, even look at the expression on the models face...it says "omg, help me."

The idea that it is even up on a runway somewhere gives me hope that someone, somewhere, someday, will want to be caught dead in something I have made. There is hope!

On another note, it's not Friday yet. Technically, with Monday being a holiday, and with Sebastian being home sick from school on Tuesday, I had a short week, so I'm trying to figure out why it feels like the longest week ever.

I'm actually feeling pretty good for the first time in a couple months. Let me just say for the record that kidney stones are the suck...especially kidney stones that go for months and through three different doctors before you end up in the emergency room and finally get a good diagnosis. I think the worst part about it was going all that time not knowing, imagining that I had some rare, deadly disease, and doing a really nice job of redecorating my kidney, which is just starting to get back to doing what it's supposed to do without driving me nuts.

I did a lot of research on the internet about the pesky things. Seems that a lot of people compare the pain of passing a kidney stone to that of the pain of delivering a baby. Having done both now, I can definitely say that passing a large kidney stone is definitely not a picnic, but I wouldn't dare compare it to labor. Those who compare the two need to pee a watermelon out, and then get back to me.

So, now that I'm back on my feet, I'm left to survey the damage of a couple months of not feeling up to doing much of anything around the house, and it ain't pretty. It's probably going to take me all summer just to get caught up to the point where I don't have to wade through Mt. Laundry just to get to my bed.

At least I can knit between loads. :)

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Made this for Sebastian over the weekend. He has a real fascination with snakes, although I think he would pee himself if you were to hand him a real one. Anyway, Seb was sick over the weekend and I thought this would perk him up. He's been hauling it all over the place. :)
Here is the new bag that I knitted and felted over Memorial day weekend. I made it fairly small, because I plan on filling it with little odds and ends for a girl in Sebastians class, he's going to her birthday party.