Still fascinated by Frankish Goodness!

Completely awesome garnet brooches, eh? I'd offer to sell my firstborn for a pair, but somehow I think I no longer have the title and registration on her, yanno? Sigh. I still want the brooches...

Lessee, last Thursday Claire came over for Movie Night and we watched The Advocate and I cut out the mulberry wool for an undergown to go with the tweed Frankish gown. Hopefully I'll get them done for 11th Night. Crown Council would be cool too if I could get it done by then. I think I have enough of the burnt orange silk to make banding. I'll have to pencil it out and see.

Lydia got home very late Tuesday and yesterday I drove her home to Eugene. She had a wonderful time in New York and a good visit with Annie. And I sent her home with a hood and a gown, all cut out and ready to sew. And I think I have good ideas for Christmas gifts for she and David.

The drawback to the drive is that I had to drink Red Bull to get home safely- and then when I got home I couldn't sleep. Bleh.

Had my yearly mammogram today. Oooch. There's got to be a better way to get a good scan than to slap 'em on the plate and squarsh 'em down. 'Discomfort', they call it. Riiight. I'd bet those machines were invented by a cranky middle-aged man with 'mother issues'.

Tonight is Project Night and I really ought to get the sewing room cleaned up a bit. Maybe after a nap.

Teh wurdz of Ceiling Cat in LOL!

This is almost too much- there's an effort being made to translate the Bible into "LOLCat," better known as the language of i can has cheez burger. Here's a section from the first chapter of Luke:

Hail, Mary
²⁶Ceiling Cat sended Gabriel, a hovr d00d, to Nazareth (dat is a citi in Galilee) ²⁷ to a virgn naemd Mary. She wuz engajded to a d00d naemd Joseph. ²⁸ Gabriel wuz liek "O hai Mary, u iz realli nice. Ceiling Cat iz wif u." ²⁹ Mary wuz kiend of worrid about dat. ³⁰But teh hovr d00d wuz all "Doant be afraid. Ceiling Cat iz happi wif u. ³¹U iz gonna hav a kittn. Naem him Jesus. ³²He wil be graet. He wil be teh kittn of Ceiling Cat an his daddi will give him David's chaer. ³³He wil r00l Jacob's house forevr."

³⁴Mary wuz liek "O rly, i iz a virgn remembr." ³⁵Gabriel wuz all "Ceiling Cat wil take caer of it." ³⁶Elizabeth iz goin to hav a kittn n evribodi seded it wuz imposubl." ³⁷Nothin iz imposubl for Ceiling Cat."

³⁸Mary sed "I is happi to do Ceiling Cat's work. Liek u sai." N Gabriel lefted.

U can c mur at: http://www.lolcatbible.com/index.php?title=Main_Page


In other news, Lydia is in NYC with Annie, though getting her there was a bit stressful. Her flight from Portland to Houston was majorly delayed- the 11:45 departure ended up being 2:26, and she missed the connecting flight to NY and had to grab another one. But it worked out and she is probably out on the town with Annie as I type.

Not much in other news. Stephen is coming up the first weekend in November, which should be cool- I haven't seen him for awhile. Wanda is home from her trip to Hawaii and Guam, James is home from Arkansas (he stayed a couple of days here after he got in, which was vairry naice. :-))

I go now. kthnxbi!

You know what they say about messy desks...

This is Al Gore in his office. Just look at his desk! I no longer feel so bad about mine. In fact, I think I'm well on the way to be a Nobel Laureate, don't you think? (Well, if I found the application papers- they're here somewhere, I'm sure...)

Not much happening here. I took James to the airport at an absolutely obscene hour Wednesday. Thursday I had to get up early again to pick up Wanda, who was home from Guam. She is still not sure what day it is. Tomorrow I go to Eugene to pick up Lydia, and put her on a plane Monday. At some point between here and then, I have to get my handout drawn up drawn up and copied for my class Sunday, which I teach after I pick up James from the airport. I think I should get Frequent Dropper-Offer Miles!

In the meantime I have a headache big enough to park a car in. And nausea to go with. Bleah. Back to bed may be the best plan at the moment...

So I staggered through another week...

And hoping that Monday was not an indicator of how the rest of the week will go...

I have a vase full of lilies on my desk right now that look a lot like these --> though the ones in the picture are not dropping petals all over. (I picked them up Wednesday, so I suppose it should be expected.) They do cheer up the place a bit.

So last week mostly sucked. Sunday I took Wanda to the airport. Monday I ran errands during the day, and had planned to get up at a reasonable hour on Tues to go sew or something. Ha! As if!

I had a hysterectomy back in '94, because I had a rather nasty case of endometriosis. They took everything, including my ovaries and the cervix. So I shouldn't have started bleeding Monday night- but I did. Not knowing why, and not being entirely stupid, I drove myself to the emergency room. I ended up in a private exam room, wearing a glorified paper towel, with no tv, no magazines, nothing- for several hours. At least they turned the heat up a bit for me, so I wasn't freezing.

The doctor there couldn't figure out where the blood was coming from, and the gynecologists of call that night were busy with an emergency c-section and a pair of twins. So they didn't have time to come see me. So they sent me home with some pain pills for the cramping, and told me to follow up the next day.

So the next day, I got an appt to see a 'women's health' person at my usual clinic. She was mystified. By then I was only spotting, but we still needed to figure out what was going on. So I got another appt with the gynecologist, who didn't really find the site of the bleeding, but did find some really tender spots. So after the ER visit and spending the week at the dr, the upshot is: I shouldn't have been bleeding but I was. The best guess is that I had a random spot of the endometriosis crop up and break loose. And with the tenderness, chances are pretty good that I have some active nodules and scar tissue around where my uterus and cervix used to be. Add the hot flashes that I'm having a couple of times a week, and it sounds like my hormones are messed up. Joy.

The nice thing about the week was that James came up Weds night and spent a couple of days here with me. It was *really* nice to have him around- the added support was really good for me. Thursday evening I made the first batch of beef stew of the season, which is always really yummy, and then later a bunch of folks came over and we ate ice cream and watched Lion in Winter. It was a lot of fun- especially saying the best lines along with the actors. :-) ("I'm vilifying you, for God's sake pay attention!" is one of my favorites...) Friday was just a grey day, so we slept in, laid a fire in the fireplace, drank cocoa and hibernated. I had to send James home Saturday (Boo!), and took a nap after he left. Went to brunch Sunday with Karl and Linda, at a new place called 'Toast'. The place was really busy, and it was tiny so it took awhile to get a table. But the food was good. And then we went to their place and hassled kitties while talking about the baronial storage unit and stuff- apparently they're trying to reorganize things so they're easier to use and keep track of. Looking down the list, I had no idea that the Barony had so much stuff! Wow! Of course, it really is a very big barony, and they need lots of stuff, but still...

Monday I slept nearly all day with a rather nasty migraine. Only now beginning to feel better.

James will be up Tuesday night again, because he's flying out at an ungodly hour to Little Rock- the family is getting together now, as Aunt Donna isn't well, and they don't want to wait until there's another funeral to see everyone. I'd have loved to go, but I can't afford it, he can't afford to take me, and I'm on kitty duty anyway. Boo.

Speaking of kitties, it's time for their evening nummies. Shadow will be happy of course to share his kitty breath with me. (Blecch!)