Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on yeah Na na na na life goes on
Well, it’s about time I surface out of the murky water. No updates for over a month!?!? Shame on me!
...but sometimes, I must admit, I get lost inside myself. And I took comfort in sitting quietly in my little corner, and have people who knew how to find me, stopped by, and pet me. It’s an insecurity thing I still need to work on.
So, how the heck is everybody? Life went by so amazingly fast for me. I have not lurked the realm of on-line journal in ages.
The Renaissance Faire ended. I felt like a homeless. There’s no anchor to ground me in place. Of course, I said it will be only 10 months till it begins again. But, what about next week or next month? What is going to distract me from the mundane that is called Reality?
My lovely car, Mister Froggy, decided to go wonko on me about 6 weeks ago. Something with the transmission. I still insisted, till now, that he runs fine; you just have to warm him up for at least half an hour before you start driving him, that’s all.
It’s not the transmission oil, the Pep Boys dude told me. It’s going to be thousands of dollars to fix the transmission, my peer said. Whit, your car has no door. You climbed in through the trunk!, my right hand girl told me.
For the record, Mister Froggy had – and still do – doors. It just cannot be open from the outside. Extremely high security and all that, y’know? Hahaha!!! Ahem. I’ll have you know that Mister Froggy rarely lose the occasional friendly drags on many - otherwise would be boring – nights. Not that I engaged in such friendly games often, of course not. And besides, no matter what happened, Mister Froggy always got me home. I didn’t even give Mister Froggy a chance. I didn’t take him to see a car doctor for second opinion. Mister Froggy had been faithful. He deserved a good rest. It’s time for me to grow up and let him go. I donated him to Kars-4-kids.
Thank you, Mister Froggy. You will always be remembered.
I gave away my legs and grew new limbs. Good bye Mister Froggy. Hello Fred Weasley. Yes, I name my car Fred Weasley. I am geek that way. Anyhoo, Fred and I are still learning each other’s ways, eventually he’ll be an extension of my body as well.
I’m feeling extremely idle at the moment. I need some type of cult interest to distract me, some fandom to squee over, some hot model to ogle at, some fanboy to glomp on. Nothing seemed to peak my interest. There is no hero for me to worship. No passion. Just idling each day away, hoping for miracle to show up so I can pounce on that garram button!
Birthday was fantastic with lots of love from Mumsy and Daddy, and my faire family, and my co-workers. I got cake in my face. Margo’s quiche was superb. I licked the tray clean and I’ll do it again, given the chance. [hint hint]
I started to go play with Michelle’s horses this week. She taught me how to groom them and we walked them around the block. Horses are lovely. My two favorites are named Lucy and Warlock. Lucy is quite spiffy. She is my pretty lady. And Warlock is my boy. Although he is taller than me, he is very well behaved. They are marvelous. I also got to meet the stallions last night. I didn’t get to play with them, yet. Michelle said stallions can be funny, sometimes. They are less predictable and they can do funny things, like, trying to bite you. She also showed me a magnificent Icelandic stallion. He is so great and he does the kissy face thing a lot. And he has beautiful BIG hair. He looks like a very handsome troll, that is, if you’re – like me – into trolls. He is adorable.
So, that is what happened in the passed month, many ups-and-downs, many omg!moments, and many blissful moments. But isn’t that what life is all about?
Anywho, I am thoroughly enjoying my bits of idle time. It’s peaceful and mellow. Though, knowing me, I’ll probably will get bored soon and start looking for trouble again.
Summers feel like heartbreak, anyway.
...
PS - I love it when my minions are more evil than me, it makes my life much easier. Keeps me from having to roll up my sleeves and get my hands dirty, y’know.
...but sometimes, I must admit, I get lost inside myself. And I took comfort in sitting quietly in my little corner, and have people who knew how to find me, stopped by, and pet me. It’s an insecurity thing I still need to work on.
So, how the heck is everybody? Life went by so amazingly fast for me. I have not lurked the realm of on-line journal in ages.
The Renaissance Faire ended. I felt like a homeless. There’s no anchor to ground me in place. Of course, I said it will be only 10 months till it begins again. But, what about next week or next month? What is going to distract me from the mundane that is called Reality?
My lovely car, Mister Froggy, decided to go wonko on me about 6 weeks ago. Something with the transmission. I still insisted, till now, that he runs fine; you just have to warm him up for at least half an hour before you start driving him, that’s all.
It’s not the transmission oil, the Pep Boys dude told me. It’s going to be thousands of dollars to fix the transmission, my peer said. Whit, your car has no door. You climbed in through the trunk!, my right hand girl told me.
For the record, Mister Froggy had – and still do – doors. It just cannot be open from the outside. Extremely high security and all that, y’know? Hahaha!!! Ahem. I’ll have you know that Mister Froggy rarely lose the occasional friendly drags on many - otherwise would be boring – nights. Not that I engaged in such friendly games often, of course not. And besides, no matter what happened, Mister Froggy always got me home. I didn’t even give Mister Froggy a chance. I didn’t take him to see a car doctor for second opinion. Mister Froggy had been faithful. He deserved a good rest. It’s time for me to grow up and let him go. I donated him to Kars-4-kids.
Thank you, Mister Froggy. You will always be remembered.
I gave away my legs and grew new limbs. Good bye Mister Froggy. Hello Fred Weasley. Yes, I name my car Fred Weasley. I am geek that way. Anyhoo, Fred and I are still learning each other’s ways, eventually he’ll be an extension of my body as well.
I’m feeling extremely idle at the moment. I need some type of cult interest to distract me, some fandom to squee over, some hot model to ogle at, some fanboy to glomp on. Nothing seemed to peak my interest. There is no hero for me to worship. No passion. Just idling each day away, hoping for miracle to show up so I can pounce on that garram button!
Birthday was fantastic with lots of love from Mumsy and Daddy, and my faire family, and my co-workers. I got cake in my face. Margo’s quiche was superb. I licked the tray clean and I’ll do it again, given the chance. [hint hint]
I started to go play with Michelle’s horses this week. She taught me how to groom them and we walked them around the block. Horses are lovely. My two favorites are named Lucy and Warlock. Lucy is quite spiffy. She is my pretty lady. And Warlock is my boy. Although he is taller than me, he is very well behaved. They are marvelous. I also got to meet the stallions last night. I didn’t get to play with them, yet. Michelle said stallions can be funny, sometimes. They are less predictable and they can do funny things, like, trying to bite you. She also showed me a magnificent Icelandic stallion. He is so great and he does the kissy face thing a lot. And he has beautiful BIG hair. He looks like a very handsome troll, that is, if you’re – like me – into trolls. He is adorable.
So, that is what happened in the passed month, many ups-and-downs, many omg!moments, and many blissful moments. But isn’t that what life is all about?
Anywho, I am thoroughly enjoying my bits of idle time. It’s peaceful and mellow. Though, knowing me, I’ll probably will get bored soon and start looking for trouble again.
Summers feel like heartbreak, anyway.
...
PS - I love it when my minions are more evil than me, it makes my life much easier. Keeps me from having to roll up my sleeves and get my hands dirty, y’know.
posted by Whitney @ 4:03 PM
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