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I can't bweev... I hab awwergeez. By doze id all tuffed ub.
Spwing izn't so fun.
Spwing is ebil.
  • Listening to: wadio
  • Reading: wraeththu stories
  • Drinking: tea
Here's a toast to the future, A toast to the past, And a toast to our friends, far and near. May the future be pleasant; The past a bright dream; May our friends remain faithful and dear. ~ Anonymous

This year was good and bad.
There was way too much sickness and death... Here's hoping that 2012 will be less harsh.

In the New Year, may your right hand always be stretched out in friendship, but never in want. ~ Traditional Irish toast
  • Listening to: radio
  • Reading: the internet
  • Eating: cheesecake
  • Drinking: Merlot
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  • Listening to: space heater under my desk
  • Reading: the internet
  • Drinking: coffee
The (mostly) Marvellous Memoirs of a Modern Medieval Maven
  • Listening to: dishwasher
  • Reading: the Wraeththu fic I'm writing
  • Drinking: more tea
Here's to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes...the ones who see things differently...they're not fond of rules...
They push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to... think that they can change the world, are the ones who do. ~Steve Jobs
  • Listening to: dishwasher
  • Reading: the Wraeththu fic I'm writing
  • Drinking: more tea
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself. - Neil Gaiman
  • Listening to: Brandenburg Concertos
  • Reading: the Wraeththu fic I'm writing
  • Drinking: more tea
1. What did you do in 2010 that you'd never done before?

  • Went to Denmark
  • Learned to cable (or more correctly - learning)
  • Archery
  • throw knives
  • SCA events
2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I don't really make'em, so I don't really keep 'em or break 'em.
I do reset - we review budgets/ savings/ schedules and organize.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Yes - two good friends.

4. Did anyone close to you die?
ummm... technically no. They died last year, but very close to the holidays

5. What countries did you visit?
Denmark & USA

6. What would you like to have in 2011 that you lacked in 2010?
more control (self-control?) of my schedule.

7. What dates from 2010 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
June - Denmark

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
lotsa progress in lots of areas, but nothing really big.

9. What was your biggest failure?
I plan to do too much, and I fail to "get to it all"

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Back issues, and hip/knee issues. All sorted. May the gods and goddess bless the alternative care types Chiropractors/massage therapists/ yoga therapists.

11. What was the best thing you bought?
my laptop

12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?
My own family - they are awesome.

13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?
Many politicians... many public servants...

14. Where did most of your money go?
House, kids, pets

15. What were you really, really, really excited about?
Life - I know that sounds trite, but I love my family, my job, my house, my friends, and my "hobbies"

16. What song will always remind you of 2010?
too many

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
a) Happier or sadder?
Happier

b) Bigger or smaller?
About the same

c) Richer or poorer?
about the same

18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
I wish I'd spent more time outside with my kids, pets, and my garden

19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
Worrying, procrastinating, sitting

20. How did you spend Christmas?
My in-laws came - it's all good (stay tuned for a full report)

21. What was your favourite month of 2010?
I always love Octobers, but June was awesome!

22. Did you fall in love in 2010?!
I'm already in love

23. What were your favourite TV programmes?
no tv - I do have shows, but I do love edu-tainment.

24. How will you ring in the New Year?
Kissed hubbins good-night and told each other we'd see each other next year and went to sleep.

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
nope

26. What was the best book you read?
Practical Magic - I had no idea it was a book. *blush*

27. What were your greatest musical discoveries?
Heather Dale and Runrig

28. What did you want and get?
A nice bow, a serger, a new laptop, and an old fashion popcorn maker - pretty shallow, eh? ;)

29. What did you want and not get?
A pony! LOL just kidding! Nothing that I needed.

30. What was your favourite film of this year?
I did not see anything except Robin Hood with Russell Crowe
It was not a "favourite"

31. What did you do on your birthday?
hubbin BBQ'd, kids made a cake.

32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
weight loss? I guess.

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2010?
Yoga pants. Comfort first. Egads I hate fashion and shopping.

34. What kept you sane?
yoga and laughter.

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
None! I'm strangely "celebie-free". It's quite odd

36. What political issue stirred you the most?
too many - I'm "this" close to being banned from listening to the news ;P

37. Who did you miss?
Nobody really - I'm in touch with family and friends online, and in person.

38. Who were the best new people you met?)
I met Vicki in person.

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2010.
taking time for me is important.

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up 2010.
*buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzes like a Vuvuzala*
  • Listening to: Brandenburg Concertos
  • Reading: the Wraeththu fic I'm writing
  • Drinking: tea
It takes 7 seconds for food to pass from mouth to stomach. A human hair can hold 3kg. The length of a penis is 3 times the length of the thumb. The femur is as hard as concrete. A woman's heart beats faster then a man's.Women blink 2x as often as men. We use 300 muscles just to keep our balance when we stand. Women read this entire text. The man is still looking at his thumb.
  • Listening to: the cherry pie call to me
  • Reading: an archeology/history book
  • Drinking: coffee
gingerspark.tumblr.com/

I'm trying out Tumblr

and I'm writing again... sshhhhh! ;)
  • Listening to: nothing
  • Reading: actually I'm writing
This got sent my way... I'm supposed to tag people, but I'm not going to.
I'm not good with rules.

[1] What is your middle name?
Leslie

[2] What color is your mailbox?
It's a wooden half-bucket painted with sunflowers the former owners put it up and we haven't gotten around to changing it.

[3] Are you available?
For?  

[4] Have you ever hit a deer?
No, thank the gods.

[5] Do you have to drive over a bridge to get home?
No.

[6] Are you taller than your mom?
Yes.

[7] What curse do you say the most when you're pissed?
Shit.  I do drop a large number of F-bombs as well.

[8] Are you God?
To answer this I will refer you to one of my favourite movies:
Winston Zeddemore: Ray, when someone asks you if you're a god, you say "YES"! (Ghostbusters, 1984)

[9] What do you do to get over a broken heart?
Living well is the best revenge.

[10] Do you enjoy writing in colored pens?
All pens write in colour.  One colour does not excite me more than another.

[11] Does anything hurt on your body right now?
I have shin splints from the treadmill.

[12] Do you often cry during a movie?
I didn't used to, but now I cry over everything. I cried during that coffee commercial, you know the Christmas one…

[13] Last text message you received?
I'll meet you at the car

[14] Who sent it?
husband

[15] Do you hate your life?
Not at all. I love life.

[16] Do you get mad easily?
I don't think I do.  However my kids will tell you another story.

[17] Do you drink?
yes

[18] What is your biggest pet peeve?
I have way too many of them to begin to describe.  

[19] Are you cold?
I get both cold and hot easily.  It's annoying.  I think I have a temperature range of 5 degrees in which I am comfortable.

[20] Do any of your friends have kids?
… And grandkids

[21] Who should pay on the first date?
Spilt.

[22] How many years older than you are you willing to date?
Depends on the man.

[23] Do you have any friends?
No.  I'm a complete loser with no friends.  FFS, seriously that is a dumbass question! Who wrote this a middle school angst queen?

[24] Do you have any mean friends?
If they're mean, I wouldn't have them as friends.

[25] What is the ugliest color in your opinion?
PINK!  It is the colour of evil

I have deleted some questions because they were written by a 13 y.o. Twlight loving emo kid
See?
[29] Do you scratch your ears?
I'll scratch anything if it's itchy … WTF

[31] What brand are the pants/jeans you're wearing right now?
I'm wearing tie-dye sleep pants

[32] How tall are you?
5'6"

[33] What is the closest green object?
The cat's water dish

[34] What is on your feet?
My blue Life is Good peace sign socks

[35] If you were born the opposite sex, what would your parents name you?
I have no idea.  Never asked!

[36] If you could go back to any time period when would it be?
I'd love to live during the medieval  period.  Or maybe the Roaring 20's.  40's hairstyles and clothes were awesome, too.  Still, I think I'm most happy where I am.

[37] Do you want to have kids?
Been there, done that

[38] What is your favorite color?
I don't have just one.  I tend to like earth tones, and greens,

[39] Who is the friend you have that you would never have?
Quoi?  I don't understand the question emo child…

[40] Who do you hate the most right now?
Hate takes too much work…

[41] What's your mother's middle name?
Betty

[42] What kind of car do you want?
One that works and is paid for...

[43] What is your favorite video game?
I don't do video games

[44] Do you like your dad?
Yes, I do.  

[45] Do you have any TV shows on DVD?
Some BBC series Like Campion, Jeeves and Wooster, fawlty Towers, etc

[46] Are you wearing make up?
I just work out and showered, so no.

[47] Do you have a tattoo?
No.  

[48] Have you ever broken a pinata?
No.

[49] What time is it right now?
late

[50] Do you know how to draw?
No

[51] Who loves orange soda?
I dunno , who?

[52] Who is your hero?
Everyone is necessarily the hero of his own life story.
John Barth

[53] Who did you last IM?
My kid

[54] Do you work a lot of hours?
Normal work hours

[55] Where were you 24 hours ago?
Same place I am now.

[56] Who was the last person that called you?
My sister-in-law.  

[57] Is there anything you regret?
Some mild regrets but dwelling on the past isn't very productive

[58] Do you know where your family name originated from?
Yes.  

[59] Animal that creeps you out?
Spiders. *shudder*
  • Listening to: nothing
  • Reading: actually I'm writing
Brew me a cup for a winter's night.
For the wind howls loud and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I'll toast our bright eyes,
my sweetheart fair.
~Minna Thomas Antrim
  • Listening to: dog barking
  • Reading: actually I'm writing
RELAX! Get over yourself. Stop being a Grinch.
I think we all know a few fellow pagans who get in a snit around the holidaze...

found @ Domestic Witch
Santa's Wisdom to Pagans
Author unknown

We had a nice, serene kind of Solstice Circle. No jingling bells or faked-out Christmas Carols. Soon after the last coven member left, Jack was ready to pack it in."The baby's nestled all snug in her bed," he said with a yawn, "I think I'll go settle in for a long winter's nap."I heaved a martyred sigh. He grinned unrepentantly, kissed me, called me a grinch, and went to bed.

I stayed up and puttered around the house, trying to unwind. I sifted through the day's mail, ditched the flyers urging us to purchase all the Seasonal Joy we could afford or charge.I opened the card from his parents. Another sermonette: a manger scene and a bible verse, with a handwritten note expressing his mother's fervent hope that God's love and Christmas spirit would fill our hearts in this blessed season. She means well, really. I amused myself by picking out every Pagan element I could find in the card.

When the mail had been sorted, I got up and started turning our ritual room back into a living room. As if the greeting card had carried a virus, I found myself humming Christmas carols. I turned on the classic rock station, but they were playing that Lennon-Ono Christmas song. I switched stations. The weatherman assured me that there was only a twenty percent chance of snow. Then, by Loki, the deejay let Bruce Springsteen insult my ears crooning,


"yah better watch out, yah better not pout."

I tried the Oldies station. Elvis lives, and he does Christmas songs. Okay, fine. We'll do classical ~ no, we won't. They're playing Handel's Messiah. Maybe the community radio station would have something secular humanist.
"Ahora, escucharemos a Jose Feliciano canta `Feliz Navidad'."

I was getting annoyed. The radio doesn't usually get this saturated with holiday mush until the twenty-fourth.

"This is too weird." I said to the radio, "Cut that crap out." The country station had some Kenny Rogers Christmas tune, the first rock station had gone from John and Yoko's Christmas song to Simon and Garfunkel's "Silent Night," and the other rock station still had Springsteen reliving his childhood.
"--I'm tellin' you why. Santa Claus is comin' to town!"

I was about to pick out a nice secular CD when there was a knock at the door. Now, it could have been a coven member who'd forgotten something. It could have been someone with car trouble. It could have been any number of things, but it certainly couldn't have been a stout guy in a red suit--snowy beard, rosy cheeks, and all--backed by eight reindeer and a sleigh. I blinked, wondered crazily where Rudolph was, and blinked again. There were nine reindeer. Our twenty-percent chance of snow had frosted the dead grass and was continuing to float down in fat flakes.

"Hi, Frannie." he said warmly, "I've missed you."

"I'm stone cold sober, and you don't exist."

He looked at me with a mixture of sorrow and compassion and sighed heavily.

"That's why I miss you, Frannie. Can I come in? We need to talk." I couldn't quite bring myself to slam the door on this vision, hallucination, or whatever. So I let him in, because that made more sense then letting all the cold air in while I argued with someone who wasn't there.

As he stepped in, a thought crossed my mind about various entities needing an invitation to get in houses. He flashed me a smile that would melt the polar caps.

"Don't you miss Christmas, Frannie?"
"No." I said flatly, "Apparently you don't see me when I'm sleeping and waking these days. I haven't been Christian for years."
"Oh, now don't let that stop you. We both know this holiday's older than that. Yule trees and Saturnalia and here-comes-the- sun, doodoodendoodoo. "

I raised an eyebrow at the Beatles reference, then gave him my standard sermonette on the appropriation and adulteration that made Christmas no longer a Pagan holiday. I had done my homework. I listed centuries, I named names--St.Nicholas among them.

"In the twentieth century version," I assured him, "Christmas is two parts crass commercialism mixed with one part blind faith in a religion I rejected years ago." I gave him my best lines, the ones that had convinced my coven to abstain from Christmassy clichés. My hallucination sat in Jack's favorite chair, nodding patiently at me.

"And you," I added nastily,"come here talking about ancient customs when you--in your current form--were invented in the nineteenth century by, um...Clement C. Moore.

"He laughed, a rolling, belly-deep chuckle unlike any department- store Santa I'd ever heard.

"Of course I change my form now and then to suit fashion. Don't you? And does that stop you from being yourself?" He said, and asked me if I remembered Real Magic, by Isaac Bonewits. I gaped at him for a moment, then caught myself.

"This is like `Labyrinth', right? I'm having a dream that pretends to be real, but is only made from pieces of things in my memory. You don't look a thing like David Bowie."

"Bonewits has this Switchboard Theory." Santa went on amiably, "The energy you put into your beliefs influences the real existence of the archetypal-- oh,let me put it simpler: "in the beginning, Man created God'. Ian Anderson."

He lit a long-stemmed pipe. The tobacco had a mild and somehow Christmassy smell, and every puff sent up a wreath of smoke. "I'm afraid it's a bit more complicated than Bonewits tells it, but that's close enough for mortals. Are you with me so far?"

"Oh, sure." I lied as unconvincingly as possible.
Santa sighed heavily."When's the last time you left out hot tea and cookies for me?"
"When I figured out my parents were eating them."
"Frannie, Frannie. Remember pinda balls, from Hinduism?"
"Rice balls left as offerings for ancestors and gods."
"Do Hindus really believe that the ancestors and gods eat pinda balls?"
"All right, y'got me there. They say that spirits consume the spiritual essence, then mortals can have what's left."
"Mm-hm." Santa smiled at me compassionately through his snowy beard.

I rallied quickly. "What about the toys? I know for a fact they aren't made by you and a bunch of non-union Elves."

"Oh, that's quite true. Manufacturing physical objects out of magical energy is terribly expensive and breaks several laws of Nature--She only allows us to do that on special occasions. It certainly couldn't be done globally and annually. Now, the missus and the Elves and I really do have a shop at the North Pole. Not the sort of thing the Air Force would ever find. What we make up there is what makes this time a holiday, no matter what religion it's called."

"Don't tell me," I said, rolling my eyes, "you make the sun come back."

"Oh my, no. The solar cycle stuff, the Reason For The Season, isn't my department. My part is making it a holiday. We make a mild, non-addictive psychedelic thing called Christmas spirit. Try some."

He dipped his fingers in a pocket and tossed red-gold-green- silver glitter at me. I could have ducked. I don't know why I didn't.

It smelled like snow and pine needles, and cedar chips in the fireplace.
It smelled like fruitcake, cornbread savory herbal stuffing, like that foamy white stuff you spray on the window with stencils.
It felt like a crisp wind, Grandma's hugs, fuzzy new mittens, pine needles scrunching under my slippers.
I saw twinkle lights, mistletoe in the doorway, smiling faces from years gone by.
Several Christmas carols played almost simultaneously in a kind of medley.


I fought my way back to my living room and glared sternly at the hallucination in Jack's chair. "Fun stuff. Does the DEA know about this?"

"Oh, Frannie. Why are you such a hard case? I told you it's non-addictive and has no harmful side effects. Would Santa Claus lie to you?"
I opened my mouth and closed it again. We looked at each other a while.
"Can I have some more of that glittery stuff?"
"Mmmm. I think you need something stronger. Try a sugarplum."

I tasted rum ball.
Peppermint.
Those hard candies with the picture all the way through.
Mama's favorite fudge. A chorus line of Christmas candies danced through my mouth.
The Swedish Angel Chimes, run on candle power, say tingatingatingating .
Mama, with a funny smile, promised to give Santa my letter.
Greeting cards taped on the refrigerator door.
We rode through the tree farm on a straw-filled trailer pulled by a red and green tractor, looking for a perfect pine. It was so big, Daddy had to cut a bit off so the star wouldn't scrape the ceiling.
Lights, ornaments, tinsel.
Daddy lifted me up to the mantle to hang my stocking.
My dolls stayed up to see Santa Claus, and in the morning they all had new clothes.
Grandma carried in platters with the world's biggest Christmas dinner.
Joey's Christmas puppy chased my Christmas kitten up the tree and it would have fallen over but Daddy held it while Mama got the kitten out. Daddy said every bad word there was but he kept laughing anyway.
I sneaked my favorite plastic horse into the nativity scene, between the camels and the donkey.


I came back to reality slowly, with a silly smile on my face and a ticklyfeeling behind my eyes like they wanted to cry. The phrase "visions of sugarplums" took on a whole new meaning."

How long has it been," Santa asked, "since you played with a nativity set?-"
"But it symbolizes-- "
"The winter-born king. The sacred Mother and her sun-child. Got a problem with that? You could redecorate it with pentagrams if you like, they'll look fine. As for the Christianization, I've heard who you invoke at Imbolc."
"But Bridgid was a Goddess for centuries before the Catholic Church-oh." I crossed my arms and tried to glare at him, but failed.
"You're a sneaky old Elf, y'know?"
"The term is `jolly old Elf.' Care for another sugarplum?"
I did.

I tasted gingerbread.
My first nip of soy eggnog the way the grown-ups drink it.
Fresh sugar cookies, shaped like trees and decked with colored frosting.
Dad had been laid off, but we managed a lot of cheer. They told us Christmas would be "slim pickings." Joey and I smiled bravely when Mama brought home that spindly spruce. We loaded down our "Charlie Brown Christmas Tree" with every light and ornament it could hold. Popcorn and cranberry strings for the outdoor trees. Mistletoe in the hall: plastic mistletoe, real kisses. Joey and I snipped and glued and stitched and painted treasures to give as presents. We agonized over our "Santa" letters...by now we knew where the goodies came from, and we tried to compromise between what we longed for and they thought they could afford. Every day we hoped the factory would reopen. When Joey's dog ate my mitten, I wasn't brave. I knew that meant I'd get mittens for Christmas, and one less toy. I cried. On December twenty-fifth we opened our presents ve-ery slo-wly, drawing out the experience. We made a show of cheer over our socks and shirts and meager haul of toys. I got red mittens. We could tell Mama and Daddy were proud of us for being so brave, because they were grinning like crazy.
"Go out to the garage for apples." Mama told us, "We'll have apple pancakes."


I don't remember having the pancakes. There was a dollhouse in the garage. No mass-produced aluminum thing but a homemade plywood dollhouse with wall-papered walls and real curtains and thread-spool chairs. My dolls were inside, with newly sewn clothes. Joey was on his knees in front of a plywood barn with hay in the loft. His old farm implements had new paint. Our plastic animals were corralled in Popsicle stick fences. The garage smelled like apples and hay, the cement was bone-chilling under my slippers, and I was crying.

My knees were drawn up to my chest, arms wrapped around them. My chest felt tight, like ice cracking in sunshine. Santa offered me a huge white handkerchief. When all the ice in my chest had melted, he cleared his throat. He was pretty misty-eyed, too.

"Want to come sit on my lap and tell me what you want for Christmas?"
"You've already given it to me." But I sat on his lap anyway, and kissed his rosy cheek until he did his famous laugh.
"I'd better go now, Frannie. I have other stops to make, and you have work to do."
"Right. I'd better pop the corn tonight, it strings best when it's stale.
"I let him out the door. The reindeer were pawing impatiently at the moon-kissed new-fallen snow. I'd swear Rudolph winked at me.
"Don't forget the hot tea and cookies."
"Right. Uh, December twenty-fourth, or Solstice, or what?"

He shrugged. "Whatever night you expect me, I'll be there. Eh, don't wait up. Visits like this are tightly rationed. Laws of Nature, y'know, and She's strict with them."

"Gotcha. Thanks, Santa." I kissed his cheek again. "Happy Holidays." The phrase had a nice, non-denominational ring to it. I thought I'd call my parents and in-laws soon and try it out on them. Santa laid his finger aside of his nose and nodded.

"Blessed be, Frannie."The sleigh soared up, and Santa really did exclaim something. It sounded like old German. Smart-aleck Elf. When I closed the door, the radio was playing Jethro Tull's "Solstice Bells."


~

Lighten up! Enjoy the magic of the season; their season, our season... whatever.
I should emphasize that I did NOT write this. Due credit goes to the author.
Thank you Frannie whoever you are.
  • Listening to: Brahms
  • Reading: Practical Magic (Alice Hoffman)
My story is in this book!

Now available for pre-order... Paragenesis: Stories of the Dawn of Wraeththu, the Wraeththu short story anthology from Immanion Press.

Pre-Order Page:
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Paragenesis: Stories of the Dawn of Wraeththu

Cover image here:
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Description:

Humanity's time is done. As a species it has ravaged the world and its own societies. From the ruins of civilisation arises a new race: Wraeththu. Androgynous, powerful and deadly, Wraeththu must rebuild or start anew. But when they are steeped in tribal warfare and gang culture – remnants of their human past – many cannot see beyond the moment, and it is up to the few who can to attempt to initiate change and growth.

Based on the world created by Storm Constantine for her Wraeththu novels, the stories in this collection are set in the very early days of Wraeththu history. Struggling to come to terms with their new condition, fighting to survive amid the hostile humans who remain, and the often equally-hostile Hara of other tribes, Wraeththu must learn quickly how to master their powerful abilities or succumb to the same fate that destroyed humanity.

With an introduction by TV producer Brad Carpenter, who is working on a TV mini-series inspired by the Wraeththu novels, and stories from ten writers, many of whom are well-known within Wraeththu fandom, and including a new story from Storm herself, Paragenesis expands upon the mythology of the novels, telling the stories of the prime movers whose lives altered the fate of Wraeththu for ever and the Hara whose tenacity and strength helped shape the future of their race.

Featuring stories by Storm Constantine, Wendy Darling, Christopher Coyle, Fiona Lane, Maria Leel, Martina Luise Pachali, Gwyn Harper, Suzanne Gabriel, Kristi Lee and Andy Bigwood. With cover by Ruby and illustrations by Ruby, Danielle Lainton and Andy Bigwood.

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  • Listening to: the news - the real world is still out there!
  • Eating: something really fattening
  • Drinking: water
I was tagged by :MuffyMorrigan: and I have to list ten facts about myself and tag ten people.

1. I'm a new member of the SCA
2. I love travelling, hate airplanes but managed to get to Denmark this summer
3. I love owls and falcons
4. I'm always dancing - in the kitchen, in class, at archery practise... I gotta move. :D
5. I'm really impatient
6. I want to do it ALL. I'm a great hobby starter - but I rarely stick with anything long enough to be good at it.
7. I haven't watched TV in over 8 years
8. I listen to music alot - I like alot of different things.  If my iPod is on shuffle you may hear the Muppets, followed by Finnish Death Metal, followed by Native American Spirit Flutes, followed by a Broadway musical number, etc
9. I am learning to play the harp
10. A wrote a short story which will be published along side the stories of some of my favourite authors.

and since I don't follow instructions well - I'm not going to actually tag anyone. However if you are reading this - Consider yourself tagged. ;)
  • Listening to: the resounding silence of the officein summer
  • Eating: something really fattening
  • Drinking: Coffee
I borrowed this from =wiebkefesch




1) Name: Suzanne

2) Name backwards: ennazus

3) Were you named after anyone?: Nope.

4) Does your name mean anything?: Not really other than it's origin "lily"

5) Nick Name(s): Zuul, Suz, Red

6) Screen Name(s): lots - Nariane, Gingerspark, MistWitch

7) Date of Birth: April 19

8) Place of Birth: Northampton, Massachusetts

10) Current Location: Niagara Region, Canada

11) Sign: Aries

12) Religion: I was raised pagan(ish)

13) Height: 5 ft 5in

14) Weight: Not saying

15) Shoe Size: anywhere from a 9  to a 10

16) Hair color: Naturally redhead from birth.  Now an enhanced redhead

17) Eye color: BlueGreen.

18) What do you look like: I look like me.

19) Innie or Outie: Innie.

20) Righty, Lefty,: Righty.

21) Gay, Straight, Bi, or Other?: straight

22) Best friend(s): Hubbin' and siblings

27) Boyfriend / Girlfriend:  hubbin frowns on my having a boyfriend :P

28) Crush: I rarely crush on anyone anymore.

29) Parent(s): Retired, living outside Toronto

30) Worst Enemy: Myself

38) Any sisters: One

39) Any brothers: One

40) Any pets: 1 cats, 1 dog, 3 kids, 1 hubbin

41) A Disease: don't have one... what I got is injuries

47) A Car: I has a family van

48) Personality: Impatient, lazy, adventurous, a bit scary (or so I'm told)

49) Driving: I do the speed limit... unless I'm speeding

51) Room: there is never enough room

54) Bed: Queen-sized

55) Relationship with your parent(s): Fantastic. I love my parents

Do You...

56) Believe in yourself?: Absolutely - so much so that I occasionally over-estimate my abilities

57) Believe in love at first sight?: Nope.  I believe in lust/infatuation at first sight. Love, I believe takes time.

58) Consider yourself a good listener: I think so - but I will tell you what I really think and not neccessarily what you want to hear.

64) Like to make fun of people: The powerful and the arrogant

65) Like to talk on the phone: I hate telephones.

68) Get motion sickness: yes

69) Eat the stems of broccoli: yes

71) Dream in color: yes

72) Type with your fingers on home row: LOL - nope.

73) Sleep with a stuffed animal: hubbin, cat, and dog beside the bed - does that count?

What Is...?

74) Right next to you: Pinot Grigio

75) On the walls of your room: In -this- room I have: Art print (Tournee du Chat Noir) and a mirror, and some wall space awaiting some pics.

76) On your mouse pad: Joe Boxer

77) Your dream car: paid for and in sound shape - cars are only functional to me.  I have never been interested in cars.

81) Your bedtime: work nights 11pm - weekends and holidays tend to be a wee bit later.  Although not too late as the dog doesn't stand for sleeping in.

82) Under your bed: dust bunnies

83) The single most important question: Where is the cat?

85) Your worst fear(s): flying

89) The best trick you ever played on someone: I dislike playing tricks on people.

90) The weirdest food or drink that you like: poutine

91) Theme Song: i don't really have one .... it all depends on my mood and what I'm doing

92) The hardest thing about growing up: having to do it all for yourself.

93) Your funniest experience: there have been quite a few... one odd one was being in a bar and spending a good amount  of time chatting with a guy who was obviously trying to pick me up.  There was a film crew in the bar at the time.  Apparently we'd been filmed and I had random strangers (mostly women) walking up to me to tell me that I was so lucky to have been with "him" - I, to this day, still have no idea who he was.

94) Your scariest moment: When the phone rings in the middle of the night... it usually bears bad news

97) The scariest thing that's ever happened while with your friend(s):  Hitting an icy patch in the road at 2pm in northern Vermont - flying off the road, over the ditch, and narrowly missing a tree.  

98) The best feeling in the world: Being at home, in bed, knowing everyone is home safe and sound and listening to either a thunderstorm or a blizzard outside.
  • Listening to: crickets
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with another blow,
Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.

Unknown
  • Listening to: all is quiet in the office
  • Reading: emails
  • Eating: sammich
  • Drinking: water
"One can't believe impossible things," Alice said.
"I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
Lewis Carroll
Through the Looking Glass, Chapter V
  • Listening to: CBC News
  • Reading: a textbook
  • Drinking: Cab Merlot
Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing, there is a field. I'll meet you there.
~ Rumi
  • Listening to: Hall of the Mountain King (Edvard Grieg)
  • Reading: tarot
  • Drinking: Cab Merlot
I need some more time in the day.

I have way more things I need to do than I can get done in the time currently alloted to one day...

who do I need to talk to to get the time upped?

Love and Kisses,
Me
  • Listening to: silence
  • Reading: newspaper
  • Drinking: tea
Suddenly noticed that there are over 3000 views to my page...
How did that happen?
Gadzooks!

Thanks to everyone who stopped by...
  • Listening to: dog snoring
  • Reading: smut
  • Eating: fudgeos
  • Drinking: cabernet