ETC., ETC., and SO Forth....

For the record, T-boy is NOT an "etc". Turtle has been a true and unflagging friend and bulwark for only about a thousand years. Given some Instances at the War, I needed far more emotional support from my Nearest and Dearest than I usually do.

Turtle paid for this in two ways:
1) Being HIMSELF and my dear friend, he was THERE for me; and,
2) I kept stealing Sheepgirl to go on commiserations/crying jags with me, thereby depriving him frequently of the Help and Support of the Woman He Loves.

No words, big guy, no words....

hugs,
Alysoun

War Update - Part One

So....War did its normal job of yea Verily Rocking. Trimaris and Ansteorra "tied" again this year as befits (SWEEP OF RAPIER POINTS FOR TRIMARIS) friends who get together ( 8 to 5 BUT WHO'S COUNTING) being not enemies, but Noble Combatants (OUR HOUSE, Baby!!!!).

I got to fight in a War for the first time in my SCa career, and it was FABULOUS!!!!! Words cannot describe the feeling of an entire army, upon hearing that time has been called and we now must put down our weapons, going "Aw MAN....we were JUST warming up..."

Now, there was some Degree of Unpleasantness, as Yours Truly had to be reminded that not all who call themselves friends are true. It pains us deeply that some we trusted have now turned their backs on us and cost us other friends, besides. HOWEVER, Y.T did NOT have to be reminded that the Usual Suspects (Norseboy, Mittens, Mr. Tasty, Sheepy, RG, etc) will ALWAYS have her back. There are no words to thank my TRUE friends for their unwavering love.

Faith restored, we proceed to Coronation....

Much hugs,
Alysoun

Cry Havoc and Let Loose the Dogs of War! YIPEEE!!!!

GULF WARS (March 11-18, 2007 - tell your friends) is now mere DAYS, dare we say HOURS away and to describe Yours Truly as "giddy" would be to describe the Blitzkrieg as an enthusiastic display of German tourism. We have not been able to make Gulf Wars in FOUR LONG, DREARY, FRUSTRATING YEARS and, as you can no doubt glean from my subtlety, WE are SLIGHTLY excited about going back.

To that end, we have made Garb for ourselves (thanks again sheepy loveyameanit); cleaned armor and weaponry; coordinated Bling to aforementioned Garb; obtained transport to/from AND own half a hotel room for the duration. I may like to PLAY in the mud, but I WILL be sleeping on a box spring ;)

I cannot work, I can barely sterilize the HOUSE, I am so ready to GO! I am longer even technically HUMAN - I have, rather, become a Golden Retriever puppy, head hanging out the car window, panting madly and incessantly, "ARE WE THERE YET ARE WE THERE YET ARE WE TEHRE YET????" at all and sundry.

Y.T.'s patient legal assistant wishes I would physically go home NOW, as I mentally checked out of my job this past Monday. My BOSS no longer asks me any questions more complicated than a reasonably intelligent first grader could answer. I appear to have difficulty responding to my birth name.

WAR WAR WAR WAR WAR! YAY YAY YAY YAY!!!!

I get there Friday night, spend Saturday ironing, recovering, shopping. The Sheep and T brigade, et. al. begin arriving Saturday evening and so the Madness Begins to Ensue. By the time poor beleaguerd N.B. shows up Monday, I may just be too giddy to even poke him much.


So, I am now off to fake the part of a responsible professional and parent for another 36 hours. THEN all bets are OFF!!!

Much hugs,
Alysoun