Had waaaaaay too much fun over the weekend with kampfrau and rhodri2112 and Countess Branwen.

Left KC with everyone Friday evening after seeing Valkyrie withkampfrau and rhodri2112. Yes, Tom Cruise is a terrible actor. No, the movie isn't horrible, but it does leave some things to be desired. Dropped things off in the 'Ville, found that my blue card had arrived (thanks to Martinus, I am an official SCA member now. :D I think it was a great Christmas present.) and I didn't require my print-out. Yay. We stayed at Alex and Roise's in Omaha, and I snorted a lot. Their Graces Eringlin and Alethea also stayed with Alex and Roise, as well as Luke (?). Lots of fun, tried not to die with a ceiling fan sharing the space with the top bunk I slept in.

Day of the event, woke up, got dressed in some pretty awesome Byzantine if I do say so myself. My new Pashmina included. Did some waterbearing, did some hanging out, lots of chatting, carded wool, helped make butter (and showed a few people how to make it), ran around placing bids in the silent auction for an awesome gown (three words: ice blue linen), and I'm pretty sure a lot of other things, but I can't think what else I did quite yet. Traded a pair of earrings for a hyooge bottle of Sabi's first batch of mead, which I think is really good. Went to court, and apparently I'm a bad kid, according to ruaidhriprime and liadan_m, so it was up to sit with the other bad kids in the balcony, but with that meant that we could see things like HRM Maerwynn signing for two gentles who are hearing impaired, but earned their AoAs. I thought it was very nifty. Sat feast thanks to kampfrau, and had fun. Poor Rhodri, though, sitting inbetween trimguy and me. (And Rhodri, I'm Roman. May have spoken Greek, but dammit, I'm Roman. If we really wanted to get nitpicky, Armenian or so, but dammit, I'm Roman.) Feast, while good, was something I had to choose what I ate. Not a big pea fan, so I avoided the soup course. Dessert, though, was awesome. I really liked the Apple Snow. :D I'm realising that I was downgraded from retinue table last year (which was fun with odiernelion and Ermenrich and Kasha), but still quite fun. :)

Anyway. Postrevel. Had fun singing and snuggling. As well as snorting. A lot. And by a lot, I mean a twenty-five snort laughing jag. Adelaide and Mairi Rose were also there (yes, in the same room, snorting at different times. And yes, the drinking game was in effect), so needless to say, while it was a smaller postrevel, it still had a lot of drinking going on. I suppose I'm to be at some sort of blame here.

I did sing my planned QP piece, but because I won't be there due to work obligations, I'm writing it off as practice for a later competition. I think it sounded good, at least, I'm pretty sure it sounded good.

Somehow, my bottle of mead not only survived the day, but survived postrevel as well. summersdream, want some drinky-beverages when you come back? Also, are you thinking about coming to Bellewode again this year? I'm trying to see who might be interested. There's also an event a couple weeks after that I'm supposed to try to teach a dance class at that I think you might like to go to. It's in Leavenworth, so not that far away.

While that's on my mind, huscarl105, do I need to contact anyone about teaching at Ceilidh? And what would you like me to teach? Or, to phrase better, what do you think would be best for me to teach?

Anyway, back to the weekend. Went back to Alex and Roise's, and had a huge pancake breakfast, shared stories from the day (including the wearing of my oh-so-awesome WiFi detector shirt on the way out!), and got everything ready to go...but I've now realised I'm missing my Byzantine garb. rhodri2112, was it found in your vehicle, or do I get to email Dolan?

Got back to town, went back to work today (but I'm off until Saturday), and opened presents from the boy's family, including more Bath and Body Works stuff and a few Longaberger things from his mom. He got me this little clear bouncy ball with blue glitter in it that is my new plaything near the computer for the time being. Might make it into some new photos.

Anyway, I'm going to bring this to a close, as I'm feeling that I'm starting to ramble a bit.

Thunderstorm rages, though not severe.

Secondly, the Calendar Geeks blog now has an RSS feed: calendar_geeks. Also, there are about ten calendars left in this printing run. If you want yours before our second run in November, get them now. :D

I am still sick, and think I have yet another relapse of EBV. It SUCKS. I hate my blood getting drawn, I hate going to the doc's office (I waited for two hours for a twenty minute consult. Tell me that isn't messed up.), and I hate not being at work. Of course, it's no secret that I hate my job, but I like getting paid. I'd rather do my job and get paid for that, than sitting at home sick.

I haven't gotten started on my Queen's Prize project, at least painting wise, but I also haven't accumulated all my paints yet. I think I may just bite the bullet and get paints from Walmart instead.

Bah. I really should get to bed, but as this storm is on the noisy side, I'm afraid sleep may not come soon.

So much for event high.

While my joints feel much better today, I miss being around everyone. Good thing that people in BFS want me to let them know when I'll be in town next. :D Hee hee. At this rate, outside of Diocesan Convention, the next time I'll be in town will be...Thanksgiving? Christmas? Sometime in there?

I guess this means I get to plan which event is my next one. Decisions, decisions. I also have to work around church events, too, like Diocesan Convention, when the Presiding Bishop is coming. While I don't agree with everything she says, I want to respect her office and at least meet her.

I know I'll be at the following:

Crystal Ball (Shattered Crystal [Midrealm], November 8-9)
Queen's Prize (No Mountain, January 10-11)

Kris Kinder may be a go, as might Twelfth Night. My fear is that Twelfth Night is back-to-back with QP, so expenses may be tight. And, I like spending time with Anti. Lord knows I don't often enough because of our work schedules. (I so commiserate with you, scooterheather.)

In non-SCA related news, my Mac is here! In town, at least. The boy should be picking it up, hopefully, tomorrow, so I get my computer! YAY!

Lastly, I'm going to try and filter things so that people who are interested in the day-to-day stuff aren't reading the SCA stuff they don't care about and vice-versa. So.

If you want to be on my SCA filter, let me know.

If you want to be on my life filter, let me know.

If you don't care, and want to read about it anyway, let me know.

If you think I'm missing a filter...you should probably specify what sort of filter I should have and then let me know.

Night!

...as does that little present. Bah. Of all the times I hate genetics, or at least mine in particular, now is it. ( cut for general squick...feel free to skip over. ) Thanks also to Grandmama, I get migraines, too, especially during and before that little present. I've had one for 48 hours. Bah.

Despite the headache, I've been pressing ahead to get product made before Coronation. (and I have a ride, too! Thank you, Martinus!) My biggest roadblock is using these nifty cork beads I found. Cork as a beading product isn't period for SCA purposes, at least in what little research I've done. BUT. I want to use them for something. I almost have half a notion to make little Calontir key floaties out of them, knowing how buoyant cork is...but I definitely need to see if the cork can hold up a few keys. (They're 20mm beads, so they're pretty massive, but even cork isn't that buoyant.) Ideas are appreciated. Otherwise, I'm going to go get purple spray paint and then paint little falcons on them in gold.

Speaking of falcons, I found nifty charms online today. I want them. They'd make amazing largesse. Charm number one (link) so could work, but I really like charm number two (link). There is so much potential there, but even then, I'm not sure how I'd use them. I think they'd look stunning on a simple silver chain, myself. And yes, they have them in gold, too. I want just one for myself to show my love for Calontir. (Why, no, I'm not a dork. :P)

Anyway. I'm going to go crash. I need to. And to think, all I've done is sleep.

Oh! I'm supposed to have girl night with summersdream and Serenity sometime this weekend. I'm hoping Labor Day is open for her (please come back before then, Summer! We need girl time. And I need to dance. Badly. Especially before the Coronation Ball!), but even then, my weekends are pretty open.

lost_in_mowhere is sick again, and it worries me. Dammit, man. Stop getting sick. It's not good for you.

Anti was really sweet yesterday when I came home early from work. He told me to lay down, and he rubbed my feet, and with no complaint, and then rubbed my back until I fell asleep. I may whine about him sometimes, and there are times I want to wring his neck, but there are also times I'm madly in love with him and respect him to no end. This was such a time. The point is, relationships aren't always a walk in the park. Don't let eHarmony fool ya. Every relationship has its ups and downs, and we've been through our share of them, and we'll still face a bunch more. But deep down, I love, respect, and admire him, and I know he loves, respects, and admires me. And that's the crux of a strong relationship.

Anyway. I'm getting all sleep-addled, so I better go. I have photos of the cork beads that I'll upload later so you can see, but on the whole, I'm open to any suggestions on using them.

The Shane got my old laptop to work.  I'm uber excited!

I'm also crazy sleep deprived.  I think I need to get to bed soon...but computer.  Play.  Yay!

I'm working on sidhes_court, I promise.  Promise!

I went into Dr Holly to get doubly checked out. When I explained that they whole migraine thing was hormonal, he nodded, asked if there was a family history of menstrual headaches. "Yes, my maternal grandmother had them from menarche to menopause," was my reply. When I told him I was on Zomig before I left KC for maintenance (it worked beautifully), he held up his hand, wrote the script, and handed it to me. I also picked up my CT records and the disc with my scan pictures along with the report, which states that everything's normal. Yes, that is my head in my icon.

So, I'm good, and provided my insurance covers my Zomig, things'll be great.

For those who have prayed, thanks. You're amazing.

CT went well. I've placed my request to get my CT pictures on disk for personal records, and I'll know for certain what's wrong (though I'm pretty sure it's all hormonal, still) Friday at 3.

I'm just dealing with the frustration of idiots at my place of employment thinking that migraines cannot be triggered by hormonal levels changing, and while that's not fun, I'd rather have my doc tell them they're dumbasses and not get in trouble over it than me telling them they're dumbasses.

My CT scan is tomorrow at 2:30.

Please pray. Thanks.

Isn't it ironic, don'tcha think?

Yeah, so the one day I actually start feeling halfway human, is the day I had my appointment with my doctor. He's improved in bedside manner, thank goodness, but it still didn't help things out.

First off, poked and prodded. I went ahead and wrote down my symptoms since Wednesday, which did help. So, Dr Holly got my full list of migraine, nausea, upset stomach, lethargy, the feeling of needing to sleep for more than thirteen hours, coughing, low grade temp, and the sudden pain of a stiff, painful lumbar and neck.

So, after that, poked in my painful back (that wasn't fun), then, it was off to pee in the cup. That was not fun, especially since I was bone dry. So, I stood there for a good while drinking water while the nurse watched. Ah, there's nothing like bringing back memories of those scary-as-Satan-and-Snape school nurses. Anyway. I peed in the cup, and got released with a prescription for my back pain (500mgs of Naproxen, twice daily, for twenty days, plus an optional refill) and a diagnosis of, "it's viral. I'm not sure what exactly it is, but it's viral." He even wrote "viral...something" on my chart. When I get the call about my blood work, I'll know more, but I've got to head back to work tomorrow.

Bleh.

I still feel horrid, but not as badly as before.

And to think, my biggest fear was that they'd do a lumbar puncture.

Silly imagination.