I decided it's about time I got this section up and running, so here
we go... stream of consciousness, so that's my disclaimer... I didn't know
I wrote that, yeah, that's the ticket... Keep going, Keep reading, all the way to the bottom, til you get to the rant... Please keep your hands inside the tram at all times.
The KIDLET update (updated):
Well, Lily is now nearly nine months old! It *really* flies by. She's now really really chubby, double chin and fat bracelets and all. And she's beautiful! She really is. And getting prettier everyday! More pictures shall follow as soon as possible! She crawls, she stands, she cruises along the furniture, she's starting to let go and stand (up to about 10 seconds plus now). She follows me around the house, room to room. She says MAMA. She has two teeth on the bottom and is just about to break out the top two, and possibly a couple more on the bottom. I'm thinking she's gonna fill the whole mouth in at once.
[RAVINGS OF A MADWOMAN] If you don't like the fact that I gloat in utter amazement at how lovely my children are... maybe you should be readin alt.personalities.humble instead of this page... go ahead and scurry out now, before the shameless self-promotion and back patting begin... {lotsa noise as several Overly-P.C. Types run for cover!} Okay, those of you still here and reading this: you must agree with me, or are just sitting here still reading because you want to see what demented things I'll come up with this timearound... [/RAVINGS OF A MADWOMAN]
My little darling changling-elven laddy, Aidan. Oh, what to say. He's tall. I'm having to buy him lots of new shirts, his belly was starting to hang out of the 2T ones. He cut his hair. A nice sized chunk, right in the middle of his forehead. We tried to repair the damage, but alas, it didn't work. His hair is now quite short, and I'm not sure that I like it all that much. Oh well, it'll grow. *G* He's increased his thieving abilities. He can now sneak like you wouldn't believe. And he *climbs.* Today I caught him on top of my dresser no less than six times. And this is an antique high-boy we're talking about. Pretty scary. He pulls the drawers out and makes steps for himself. Even more frightening is me remembering that at about age five, I was climbing up a similar dresser to get some panties out of the top drawer, when the whole damn thing tipped over on me! Needless to say, this behavior is definitely *not* encouraged. Aidan has grown alot, and now looks much older than before... no baby-ish looks anymore! And he's a strapping bonnie laddy, just the same!
And should any of you doubt the sheer adoragable-ness of these rugrats o'mine... hop on over to the Photographs page and feast thine oracles on the beauties that are me bairns! (New pictures to follow as soon as I get the SCSI card back in the 'puter so I can use my scanner...) Okay, enough for this section, don'ya think? (*yeah, shut up already!*) Hey!!! I heard that! *Glare*
OTHER STUFF:
Well, finally I get around to updating this page, and hopefully around to cleaning house a bit and doing more work on the rooms here. Why? Well, yeah, it's needed to be done. But what has shamed me into getting off my cute rear-end and doing it? Alison, The Leather Goddess has awarded me "The Leather Goddess Faboo-Licious Website Award"! I figured I at least owe it to her, for deeming my site worthy, to at least attempt to keep it up to date, as well as getting to work on the new areas I have planned. What would those be, you ask? Well, apart from my children and husband, those of you who know me, altogether now... What are my other great and all consuming interests? The Cure, and Renaissance Faires. So I will see what I can do about getting these pages together, at least in their embryonic stages.
Also to follow are a more expanded section of pictures, even including some of my husband, for those who know him, or would like too... But he's mine... hands off, ya hear!!!!
THE RANT:
One subject this week... bear with me... it's only been nearly FOUR months. There, I told on myself so you don't have to. *NYAH*
[RANT] Yeah, yeah. I know. This took *forever.* But it was all for you, my darlings. I didn't want to put up a second rate update ("That's never stopped you before!") *THWAP* I heard that! Shooosh, youse! Okay, so it's been awhile... Onto note-a-ble sub-subjects...
HAWKWOOD- You just knew it had to be on the top of my list, didn'tja. Well, if you didn't know, you should have. Finally, today, I got my pictures back. As usual, I never take enough pictures, but yes, I will be putting them up as soon as I get them scanned. Which entails getting the Dear HoosbandTM to find where he stashed the SCSI card and reinstalling it. I'm on top of it. On to the juicy fun stuff.
Hawkwood. Love it. Live it. Had a fabulous season at what has become my tied for first favorite faire. Managed to attend every weekend, and nearly everyday. Set up camp in what has come to be affectionately known as "The Sadistic Yellow Booth", aka Dark Rose Armoury, with the greatest of hosts, Greg Grindstaff and Eric "Formerly Known As The Chainmaile Guy, Currently Known as Chainmaile (More-Than-Demi)God To Me." Talk about fantasies in metal. These men knit a mightly fine maile! From chokers and bracelets, to codpieces, bikinis and bedsheets, these men make it all. Yes, I did say bedsheets. You probably need to feel it to believe it, but this is droolworthy stuff indeed! Dark Rose Armoury is currently working on getting into Scarborough, so if they do, you all will know where to find me. What can I say, two handsome, flirtatious, and hospitable fellows... they gave me water when I was thirsty, offered me chairs, and let me nurse Lily in their booth (yeah, they complained alot... yeah, right). *HUGS* to both of em.
Next on the list... Mandalyn... I meet Mandalyn as she saunters out of the Striped Badger Pub, and introduce her to Dano, and as he was currently known and introduced to me, Dano the Lush. Mandalyn promptly calls him, "Cousin!" and hugs are shared all around. Mandalyn is my sister goddess, Luscious McHussy of the McHussy Triumvirite. Yes, we have formed our own local wench clan! Triumvirite does intimate a third... Meet Suni... Lovely McHussy, and I, your hostess with the mostest, am Lascivious McHussy. Further plans for the McHussy's are in the works, so more about that at a later date!
So many fantastic people, I suppose I should add now, that my brain is really a metal sieve, so feel not slighted in the least should you not find mention of yourself here... Labor Day weekend, we held our first Official Texas Wench Walk of the International Wenches Guild . Our fearless leader (Have you ever tried to herd cats? Try leading a Lust of Wenches through the shire!), Danicia de Lontra was also our houseguest from the weekend, and new found friend! Fredrick enjoyed having the chance to play Magic: The Gathering again. Mike Bonkity Bonk Bonk Bonk journeyed from the far off lands of Southern California to meet and play with us all! Much Love to you and your new Lady, Tsunade! It was a pleasure to meet and wench with her! I'm so happy for the bo'f of you, it's just so mushily sweet... Ok, back in form... Dana aka "The Stalker", I humiliated him into snapping a few shots of me. I'm fairly certain that they didn't come out as fabulous as most of the shots he takes, but hey, gotta work with what ya got, kachink! Much to his horror, I actually got a couple shots of *him*!*L* MarQ, how can I forget, and finally, a taste of the Nectar of the Gods, Loki! Two thumbs up on the new kilt, babeee! Too bad we never found you at Bauhaus (MUHAHAHA!)*snicker*.
Fast forward to final weekend, since I know that is what many of you are now waiting for... Friday, Sept 25, the phone rings, and it's the Good Clanchief! Aye, Gareth James Malcolm MacDougall MacDóbhran and his loyal brother, Raymond Cornelius MacDóbhran , and Cap't Anton Skyes, The English Dog, have arrived in the area, and need directions. So, being the crafty wench that I am, I give them directions to my house. *L* To meet them and give them further directions to Hawkwood for them to set up camp. (Which they somehow, being male, sometimes known as directionally challenged, manage to botch, not once, not twice, but *thrice!* Well, at least they called to ask directions again...) Hugs and hellos all around, Tony bonds with Aidan, who hurls increasingly larger toys at him, and we make plans to meet up at IHOP later on, with other Invasion folks.
Two and a half hours later, I show up at IHOP with Lily and Seaweed, my Otter with the chainmaile harness. Moments after I get out of the car, I see Mike Bonk emerge from the shadows of his rental car, and in we go. Well, I spot three of my favorite Rogues over in the back corner. Smart hostess, that. *L* So we head toward the back, and are soon greeted by Otters coming out of the woodwork! Ok, Only bout a dozen or so. But still, it's a quiet night at IHOP, and it's our waitresses birthday. Chris "the sandwich god" Frank and his lovely wife, Dano, Calyn of the High Woods aka Beau, John/Gregor and Arcona, their friends E ("My, you ARE tall... Seven Foot????"), and Tree, soon all flood into the back section of the restaurant, and introductions are made all around. It was soon pointed out that we ought to say what name we post under, so I said "I'm Fredrick and Ivy"... soon after followed by what is quite possibly the silliest thing out of my mouth *ever*, "I AM NOT A HERMAPHRODITE!" Gee, what a phrase to live on in infamy. And yes, all background noises somehow stopped, just as I said that. Gareth, Ray and Tony all ordered the Make- Alison- Green- Memorial Breakfast/Country Breakfast with Extra Sausage Gravy, and insisted on a picture to show Alison they missed her. (*waving* Hi Alison, I missed you da mostest!) The waitress apparently glared. *L* Lily was good the whole time, as we all chatted it up and laughed, and made plans to meet up in the morning.
Well, some of us didn't make it there in the *morning*. I bought Fredrick a lovely wool blend for his kilt Thursday, so by the time he decided to start getting ready, he spent a goodly amount of time pleating yardage! (Note: Don't try to pleat wool on carpet. Fredrick didn't think it was all that bad, I thought it was a fricken pain in the patoootie. It's like trying to pleat velcro. Next time, we find a driveway or a hardwood floor!) So we were very late, and missed the Invasion picture, which I'm pretty bummed about! The day overall wasn't one of the best for me, I had prolonged eating, which some of you know what that does to me, and was just overall not having one of the best days. Well, as I'm sitting in the booth talking to Danicia and holding Lily, Ray quietly walks up and asks D. to hold the baby, and leads me out by the hand. As I walk up, I am shortly thereafter surrounded by Rogues, and thereafter follows one of my favorite memories of the weekend, and definitely the highlight of that otherwise bummish day! Thank you to one and all of the handsome Rogues who participated... It was my succint honor to be the first Wench Rogue-ed at Hawkwood. I missed the festivities (and Greg's Yummy Purple Mead!!!!! **snifffffeth!!!*) that followed that night, the vanilla mead, lots of Loki, and what I hear was a delish meal prepared by MarQ and his clan. *sniffle*
But with Sunday dawned a new day... My mother agreed to keep Aidan for the day, so my burden was much lighter, just having Lily to tend to! We managed to arrive at faire before opening gate for once (noon on Sunday... *L*), finished up getting dressed in the parking lot as usual, and headed in to meet and greet. Sunday was just an overall better day for me, and for Fredrick. Fredrick got to know alot of people who I treasure as dear friends, and had a great time, participating in Mandalyn and Danicia's Rogueings! Thanks to one and all who extended a hand of fellowship and helped show him what I value most about Faire... the friendships! This update has now grown quite long, I will eventually move this portion (Hawkwood!) to its own permanent page, and flesh it out a bit more. So for now, I bid you all good 'den! Bright Blessings and Safe Journey! [/RANT]
Until we meet again... Off to go cuddle with my darlings, and perhaps even get a little sleep (yes, I do need it, isn't it obvious???), and wondering what new twist of insanity will come my way next... take care, merry part and blessed be!
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