Holy... uh.. something..

First of all, the weekend was lots of fun.
Even with the plague still going strong and the concern over a sick rattie-baby, I had a ton of fun playing the Lord of Darkness and Doom reincarnated in the body of a woman and plotting the socks of everyone.

And then I came home..
Holy crap..
No,no, nothing bad, but I am a little overwhelmed.
I put up a little notice on a website a few days ago, looking for new playmates, thinking I'd maybe get three or four answers if I was lucky.
At the moment I've got 45 answers, and it feels like an avalanche.
I'll have to sort through the crap to get to the ones that look like potentials, and that is gonna take a little time.
I am looking forward to it though, cause there are some real gems in there.
As always, I have high hopes and low expectations.

Procrastination, its awesome.

I've got about fifteen things I should be doing in the next five hours, so of course I'm sitting here, mooching around on the net and watching Louis Theroux documentaries.
I thought I'd seen all the films he'd made, and then I found FIVE new ones!
Oh happy day!
Anyways, in the aforementioned five hours, I'll be heading out in to the woods for the weekend to make believe and wear fancy costumes. :-D
The Swedish plague is still going strong, but I managed to avoid the nasty doctor-creatures by sending Hubby instead.
Now I'm gonna go bake cheese-pie and blueberry scones.
In five minutes anyway.

An everyday sort of life, maybe.

Sort of...
I guess...
I'm not even sure what it would entail, but I know what I'd like it to.
I'd like a job, and the satisfaction of contributing to my little family.
I'd like to try and work for a while, and then maybe go to school again.
Most of all, I'd like to feel that I can actually go through with something.
Well, blah-blah-blah...

How's 'bout something at least semi-interesting instead?
My new babies!



This is Sweet-Pea and Rocket, and they live up to their names.

Picturetaim!

Here are some choice shots from Visby.
Pretend you care. :-P

Vacation! Its good for you! (sort of) or, How I got the swedish plague.

So to round of a wonderful summer I went to the medival week in Visby with Hubby and the GF.
I'll admit I was a little nervous about it, worrying about feeling left out and lonely, but it all worked out swell!
Spent the week faffing about in costumes, going to market, watching epic battles being reenacted, eating good food and drooling over Landsknecht costumes. (I AM SO MAKING ONE OF THOSE FOR NEXT YEAR!)
Came home with my suitcase stuffed to bursting with swag and a nasty case of the swedish plague.
Coughing and fever and snooooot.
So much snot.
I mean REALLY.
Its epic.
Rivers of the stuff.
TMI?
GTFO.

In other news, now that I've stopped posting grief-porn ever other day, my readership seems to have gone *poof* again.
Oh well, I'd rather be happy than have good statistics.

Goodbye.