That's my favorite quote of the day right now.

I'm holding my tongue to avoid complaining - tee hee

We'll be passing out cards/invites at Pennsic from Gabriels Landing - but the middle Saturday at 8pm will be Cake Day - we will be celebrating so much! Olivier and I getting married, Feia (Fiera) and Greylund getting Engaged (aw how sweet), Gabriel rejoining the single and available and Micah coming to watch him try to pick up women and laugh, almost everyone turning a year over (we haven't quite reached a full year yet and some people just never grow up and some don't age) and that fact that we are all in reasonably good health, not legally insane and thankfully a handful of us are lucky enough to be together as a family for Pennsic. So that is reason enough to have cake and celebrate.

Like I said, we'll be handing out formal invites at the War - otherwise, who would remember right? So until then, enjoy your frenzied preparations or your down time at home (or work - shiver).

TTFN - B

Yes - the rumors are true - Olivier and I did indeed get married! (So all of you can stop threatening my life - (a) Yes, I do know how good I have it, yes, I took everyone's advice, (b) no I am not letting this one go (c) yes, Saunooke I am listening to you (d) why yes, I am embracing my inner Liz Taylor, as always, any editorial comments should be brought to me directly - I dare ya - grin).
Anywho, Olivier asked all proper like and gave me a lovely ring. We got married and waited to send out the announcements until we knew when we were going to have "punch and pie" - okay so, coctails and cake - but you get the idea. It was a family wedding, nice and simple - pretty much no drama. What a blessing.

Dame Anne always said real love was like that - all calm and warm in the middle - not like a tsunami drama fest. I have learned to listen carefully to the wise words of my southern heroins (Dame Anne, Mistress Susanna, Oh Theo my Theo) - they are blunt and wise, it pays to listen to them.

We'll be having "Cake Day" at pennsic to celebrate with family and friends far from home. We also get to celebrate the Joyous engagement of Fiera and Grayland and August birthdays - especially Enoch's. Thus - Cake Day. We are still working on the day but I'll let everyone know at war.

So they give heroin addicts methadone for withdrawal. Okay that makes sense. Heroin binds to brain receptors - damn nasty to kick. Guess what? Methadone binds to those same tee tiny receptors. You know what they give you for methadone withdrawal? Nothin.... Actually that's not true... eventually they give you advice, sage wisdom, supportive comments and tell you things like "I hope you aren't in my city in the next few weeks because you're gonna wanna run me over" - Nice, I love my pain doc, at least he's honest. When I check in with him and say "Dude, this sucks" he just laughs.

It's true though, I did consider running him over, but that involved driving and that was WAY beyond my capability for the first few days. I was reading on a web site and people were going, "I felt great the first three days and now I'm sick" - sigh - I had to respond "Umm, the drug stays in your system at the same level for three days and then goes bye bye - then you are officially coming off the meds - so that's why you're sick, you just actually stopped the meds today, welcome to withdrawal".

I'm off the opiates to see if I'll get better without them and hurt less. Weird huh? See, they found out there is a small twee chance that the opiates may have been making my pain worse. Umm - wow - kay - sigh. So I'm off of them now but they won't know for 8 weeks if the pain will get better or worse . First you have to get through the 2-3 weeks of chills, nausea, fever, night sweats, and well violent mood swings where I recited over and over "I am placid and calm, I am placid and calm, I am a leaf on the wind, screw this I am pissed and angry" - wow and I thought I had no fourth wall already. Yup, if I think it, it comes out my mouth. I try and stay out of public situations where I might say rude things, they might say them back and then I'd have to hit them. B/c as funny as it is in my head, well, hitting is wrong - at least I learned that when I was three. Some days it still sounds funny to me.

I wonder if Katdavar is calm and placid (by the by - tag - you owe me a call). I do feel like I am channeling a whole extra ton of rage these days. A few cases of road flares and a many gallons of diesel. tee hee. Could I have plans for that....See - where is this coming from?

Maybe I just finally got tired of letting people think they are more authoratative/dominant/powerful - usually I am just polite and let it go - because they are usually those silly petty situations where the power is perceived. You know the little person trying to play big in the little pond. So it doesn't matter - you play along and go "hmm whatever" in your head (Hi Nia and Dame Anne) because perceived power doesn't matter. But ya know - the more the tiny people play tiny little games. The tinier they are and the worse they tend to treat others. I am truly a person that gets Might y Mighty angry when people are treated badly. Do whatever you want to me - I'm gonna just be a duck at this point and let it roll of my back. But pettiness can just be tiresome all around. I mean I have spent the last few years being told by various doctors that I had little time to live. Ever had a white coat tell ya you might have 6 months? Put up with petty crap while fighting through pain not knowing if you will live. So petty well, be there done that - I mean I have been to middle school - hello? But darn start treating other people badly in front of me and it's like watching bullies beat up on little kids. I SOOOO hate that crap.

So yeah. teehhheee - have I been lying a little low? Yup. I'm still active in the SCA - but more at a Society Level, I'm active at home in some fun groups in Raleigh (I can't wait until I'm strong enough to try and skate again - ok - long term goal but hey , I miss it). I geeked out with some friends and won second place at a costume contest last week - Padraig apparently has pictures - I keep hearing about them - yeeks - the web is a frightening place. I saw the pictures with the corset - but not the one with the strawberrries :) I'm okay with that.

Anywho - that's been life for the last couple months - I'm still happy and sassy - just maybe a little more sass to my step these days. Not mean, not angry, just a little quicker to step into the way when I see people being treated with a little less hospitality than they deserve and a lot quicker to offer a hand in friendliness and generosity . I guess I'm a lot more Southern with a tad more sass - Hmm - maybe those mint juleps are just a ltwee bit stronger on the veranda than they used to be. Aaron will you still be joining me? You may need a bigger hotter bag of nickels ;)

I guess I'll have to see who's gonna be joining me on the veranda for cocktails now - it's not for the faint of heart. Luckily that means my pennsic family won't have a problem :)

Miss you all my nicfitted droogies - I'm begining to crave the faint wafts of cigarette smoke already.

Hugs and kisses from the porch - B