At the beach with Glorious Nape Curlz!

No, NOT Richard… my son!!!!

The weather cleared long enough for me and Spawn to go to the beach for a few hours. It’s funny, really. When we lived down here, when ever I was troubled, my mind wouldn’t stop working, things bothering me, we went to the beach. usually just to walk – I think I only swam in the Atlantic 4 times while here.

that was when God TALKED to me. It didn’t matter how busy or noisy it was, well, it was never noisy, except ocean sounds. The worries of the world went away, my problems became solved, managed. Dealt with.

But either way – we were walking and Spawn says – Mom, what are you doing? And I told him- me and God, we’re having a chat. He snorted and said – he’s talking to me too. I wondered what God was saying to him and I asked.

He smirked and raised his camera to take another picture of the waves. He told me to stop worrying about you. He’s got your back.

And the funny thing is God told me it was going to be okay, and Spawn was going to be okay.

By the way, the water was COLD!

and foamy

and we saw a freighter –  which we’ve always considered a good sign.

These aren’t good pictures, but you could also see the tugs, which for some odd reason, I am  rather fond of.

Oh. And  Flowers.

HE stayed in the car. He was afraid he’d get washed out to sea.

Not so! I fear the salt water would corrode my sword and armor. 

(Really, I have a better picture of him standing on the dash but for some odd reason, it won’t load.)

Shocking!!!!

So, I had dinner with  a good friend tonight. We talked for 4 hours and I was very VERY bad – food wisie. Fried Chicken Fingers, French Fries, Chips with spinach and artichoke dip, 2 cokes…

A huge-ass goblet of ice cream with chocolate and enough whipped cream to cover Richard Armitage’s….erm….well… cover SOMETHING of Richard Armitage’s!

2 hours later, for shits and giggles, I took my blood sugar. I figured it would be in the 400 range or close.

142.

Seriously! My blood sugar has been remarkably LOW this entire trip. I think the high was 105.

i’m in shock.

After one last little trip tomorrow so Spawn can take pictures, we will be heading home. I’ll know if this trip was successful in a few weeks.

So, we arrived on the coast

and it has done nothing but RAIN and it hasn’t gotten out of the 60’s!!!!

HE is pissed.

I am very pissed. 

See?

Hopefully, tomorrow will be nice, SOME of us can have some beach time, I’m supposed to have dinner with a friend-

Do I know this friend? 

No, and unless you’re nice, you won’t meet them.

But beach time- hopefully – time with friends and home on Thursday. Spawn is going to drive. I’m getting old and that 5 hour drive down killed me.

Going somewhere?

What’s gives you that idea?

Well, you’re packing. And I don’t mean heat!

You’re right. I am packing.

You are seriously packing. Not just for a day….

You’re right, Thorin.

You’re even packing business clothes.

I plan to be gone a few days. We’re heading to the coast, so we plan to make a few days of it.

We?

Me and Spawn.

Oh. Must be a serious business trip, business clothes, more than one suitcase…you’re  taking jewelry?

This is NOT mithril! And what is this?

Those are my Cornelia Marie and Time Bandit hearts. In case we go somewhere for dinner.

Ah, this ‘we’ again. If you wish jewelry, I have an entire mountain…

I’ll keep that in mind, Thorin.

This is… pink…

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!! TWO OF THEM!

Sheesh. They smell nice.

Well, as this is a serious. You’re packing the kindle. 

Never go without it. Also the charger.

Have you packed your meds?

Oh.  What about your carb tabs? Your blood sugar crashes too easily-

Your blood glucose meter?

You know,  this looks JUST like your flash drive case!

Oh.

Don’t you trust me?

Trust no one. Your inha-

sigh.

You’re taking HIM?

Yes.

AH! My arch-nemesis! We meet again! I’ll bet you’re taking HIM too!

No. POP!Thorout isn’t going!

You know, you’ve been quite mean! Just because I like to crawl a round the externals, you moved me to the bookshelf and I’ve spent months  on your night stand, by your mug and books-

Where we read together every night.

Tru-dat.

I even read the dirty parts to you.

Yesssssssssssssssssss….Great Mahal! What is all of this???

It’s my knitting bag, Thorin.

You knit?

Badly, but I enjoy it.

Dear Mahal,  I’ve fallen and I can’t get up! I can’t see over the edge!

I”m drowning in yarn! Why do you need all this?

I plan to be gone through Tuesday and if Spawn drives or if I’m up late, I’ll have something to do.

I’ll give you something to do! Wanna play with my sword???

You are incorrigible.

What weapons of mass destruction are these?

Those are knitting needles, Thorin.

Don’t tell Thranduil! He is  completely enamored of shiny, pointy things! He thinks he has to have everything.

Perish the thought.

So… I  was thinking…

Yes?

There is room for me! I can sneak in right here! Keep your health sundries safe from evil luggage orcs!

No, Thorin.

Sigh.

Are you sure I can’t go? Surely I can stay with the-

Thorin. Get down from there. I’ll bet you drove your mother nuts.

My mother did not have nuts. She was female! How truly insulting.

Sigh.

Mahal’s Balls! Look at all this luggage! Just for… what? 3 days?  This doesn’t include your computer, which I know you’re bringing as well! WOMEN! I packed less when I took The Company to take back The Lonely Mountain! Can you imagine if we had taken Dis or any of the wives with us? WAGONS! HO! We’d have never made it!

Thorin!

I wanna go!

C’mere…

I’m going?

Roadtrip, buddy!  Just  don’t…

Great! Shut the door, crank this sucker and let’s go! Do you have tunes? I hope you packed some tunes! Any Dwarven Heavy Metal? Dwarven Chants? No Elf Music! I can’t cope. That stuff puts me to sleep.

Are we there yet?

Sigh…

Yes, I’m going on a business trip.  Yes, I’ll be gone through Tuesday. We’re going to coast. And yes Spawn is going with me, we hope to do some beach combing this time and hope this trip is successful.

And yes, He’s going with me. I hope I survive…

RA Pocket Shrine 57/? – ConnemaRA

The newest Drool Maker….

Guylty Pleasure

RAPS Inc. has swiftly moved on from past mistakes. According to our sources, the company is testing the deployment of paparrazzi photographers, and even has a scoop in the bag already. Hot on the heels of Armitage’s as-yet unconfirmed arrival on the set of his latest project, a medieval clerical road movie-cum-thriller entitled Pilgrimage, the papaRAPSi were able to catch the actor donning his monking robes for the first time, as well as showing the international heart throb using his devastating smoulder in its latest, Gaelicized version off-set.

It appears that RAPS Inc is branching into new areas. If you remember, RAPS Inc. was on the verge of collapse when the company reacted all too rashly to what appeared like an IRPA (International Richarding Policy Adjustment) aka the “OpeRAtion Spring Clean“. While the company seems to have backpedalled on its initial decision to switch their shrine object…

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Into the Storm

At my school todayy.

No crap. Honest. 45 minutes before school let out, one of my students says – My mom just texted. She said we’re under an EXTREME tornado  warning and told me to go somewhere safe, right now!

About that time, 3 other phones go off with Red Alerts.

And then my phone went off – yep. EXTREME warning. Funnel clouds spotted in the area.

Of course we’re in a safe room and we’re locked down. 30 minutes later, my group is sent to the gym locker room, where my boys get to see a women’s locker room for the first time in their lives.

they were jealous.

What was supposed to only go to 3:00, ended up going to almost 4:45. We had unhappy chill-rens, unhappy hourly workers. Seems the massive tornado cloud sat over our school for 90 minutes. Going nowhere. Kids didn’t realize how much danger they were in. I had one demand for me to give them an exact time he could expect to be done with this.

Well, wouldn’t it be nice if Mother Nature gave us a time table, hmm? Oh darlings – I’m going to rattle the earth over here tomorrow. Y’all just clear out now, k?

Yeah.  Right.

Most interestingly, however, is I have 2 minutes of phonevid of a funnel cloud trying to do its thing over the school.  Really. Gary Fuller would pitch a fit. Several teachers – along with me – were standing in the doorway, taking vid. None of us taking cover right now.

I’ll upload it when I figure out how to do it. (Actually when I find my adapter for my phone card… )

Today?

Rain rain rain rain

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And you???

WHO

is Mark Strong and what is this play that beat out The Crucible and Richard? I mean I’m sure it was mighty awesome, but I didn’t see a SINGLE word about him or it at all when all the stuff was coming down.

Congrats, I guess.

A Look Behind the Con

An interesting insider’s look…

Guylty Pleasure

Filling the time until we get the winners of the Olivier Awards, I thought I’d rescue a couple of comments on the whole “Con Business” from the obscurity of the comment section. They were made by Comic Business Expert ExtraordinaireMimi Cruz aka my Shrine Fairy. Mimi has been working behind the scenes of the mother of all cons, San Diego ComicCon, and others for many years and has a true insider’s view of how the cons work for attending celebrities. This is what she had to say in the comments on last week’s post that cited from a German newspaper article about HobbitCon 2015.

Let’s look behind the curtain…I’m not sure if this aspect of the celeb con has been discussed; conventions pay the celebs a fee to attend. The bigger the celeb, the bigger the fee or sometimes it’s just travel, hotel and food. (Which in itself is…

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