Jason and I came home from Stephanie's house with the crud. We used to call this sort of thing 'con crud' because normally you picked it up at whatever convention you'd been to that weekend. But since he and I aren't part of that world anymore, it's the 'post holiday crud' now, because typically, we get it from having gone somewhere other than our house. Mostly it's sinus issues, though he seems to have gotten it worse than me. Either that, or (as he suggested to one of the ladies he works with) I'm just not as much of a baby when I'm sick as he is.
A lot has happened since my last posting .. which really wasn't all that long ago. Two weeks ago exactly, at this time, I was dealing with the aftermath of a burglary in my home. Some 19-year-old nitwit broke into our home and stole Jason's and my wedding rings, the Wii and our games, Jason's laptop (but left mine sitting in plain sight), and a ring Jason had bought for me that was hidden well in Jason's office closet.
The whole story starts like this: I left that morning to pick Brandon up. We were planning to spend the night at Jason's parents' house since they were supposed to be out of town. Well, on the way back I had to stop to get gas .. I hadn't been planning on it but when the gauge says 'E' you kinda have to. Anyway, we got home about noon and I sorta half noticed that the laptop wasn't where I remembered it being. Then I saw my jewelry box and the drawer it was in were sitting on my desk. And I went upstairs .. looking for the laptop .. and saw the jewelry armoire honey got for me on our honeymoon was standing open too.
All of this didn't necessarily add up to being robbed though, and I continued to go about my routine, commenting to Brandon that "Jason must have come home and got the rings because he's gonna have them sized for Christmas .. how sweet is my honey?" I decided, however, to call him anyway, just in case. I started to go about my business and emptied the dishwasher, and Brandon commented 'Someone's been in the presents.. ' and I remember fussing at isis for it.
That's when I reached Jason, and he told me that no, he hadn't been home and that if the deadbolt was locked I needed to get the heck out of the house. Which I did. We went and sat in the car while I called the police and waited for them to get there. I was starting to fall apart then, realizing that someone had been in my house .. in our bedroom .. and had taken our wedding rings. That was the worst part, really. I was terrified we'd never see them again.
The police responded pretty quickly .. first with a single officer who checked the house out for me, figured out the guy'd gotten in through the back office window, and assured me the house was empty, then with the K-9 units and finally the forensics units. Jason got home not long after and helped reassure me everything was alright. Brandon and I went over to momma and diddy's a few hours later, while the cops were searching the neighborhood .. one of the K-9 officers told me they were sure he hadn't managed to leave the neighborhood.
The story does have a happy ending. About 6pm Jason called me to tell me that they'd caught the guy and that all our stuff had been recovered. We stayed at the in-laws' house that night, though the window was 'secured' by use of a 2x4 jamming the window in place, and spent a lot of the time stalking the York County Sheriff's Current Inmate's website to get a look at the idiot who was caught. His name is Gavyn Michael Lovett, and he just turned 19 on December 1st. Come to find out this is not his first time at the rodeo, and he's more than likely ruined his life with this most recent run of burglaries.
The next day I was on my way to bring Brandon back home to Kannapolis when the detective handling the case called me to have me come pick up my possessions. If I hadn't gone then, I'd have had to wait because everything would be in the evidence locker. Of course, i went and picked it up .. including the ring Jason bought me for a Christmas gift. So we have everything that was stolen .. except for our peace-of-mind. But that will come in time. We have to send our laptops in for repair .. mine got covered in magnetic fingerprint dust so I want to checked, and Jason's using the opportunity to have it fixed finally. In addition, we have to have the back window replaced, and are using the burglary to get the bedroom door replaced and probably replacing a couple of chairs as well. There's lots to get done still. But we're getting there.
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Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
Survived
Well, on Wednesday, our AC went out. It didn't go out until the evening, but by 7pm it was 78-degrees downstairs.. add ten degrees for the temp upstairs with no AC working. By 7:30pm it was 81-degrees downstairs. We couldn't sleep in that, so we packed a few things and spent the night at Jason's mother's house. Thank the gods that she lives close by, we'd probably have had to stay in a hotel otherwise.
The following morning I came back to the house to check it .. still not working. So I filed a request for service with American Home Shield and proceeded to do some last-minute cleaning up. It didn't need much really, luckily - thanks to the RTH group on Ravelry, I'm inspired to keep my home neat enough for visitors all the time - but I had to vacuum downstairs, and put a few things away, and wanted to close blinds and curtains to try to keep most of the heat out. At 9am it was already 85-degrees downstairs; again, add ten degrees for upstairs, at least. The man called, said he'd be here between 2 and 5pm and I went back to MILs house to spend the day there. I did some homework, I knitted a lot, and I waited.
Three-o-clock came and went. Four-o-clock. I went over to the house around 4:30pm to make sure I had a checkbook, but it was too hot to stay. Closer to 88 downstairs. Probably a hundred upstairs. Five-o-clock came and went, and no phone call, nothing. I finally called the main number around 5:45 to get an update. Then again around 6:15 when I still hadn't been called. The owner called me about 5 minutes later, then 5 minutes or so after that to let me know the man was in my driveway. He could have called, I'm thinking, to let me know he was on his way, but I'm being Southern, and holding my tongue.
Jason was closer even than I was, so he went to the house, waited while the guy replaced a capacitor that was apparently the culprit, and packed more clothes for himself for today. It wouldn't cool off in time for us to sleep there sadly, so we had to spend another night not in our own bed. Isis had to spend another night not in her home, using not her own litterbox, but she survived it, bless her little heart.
Thankfully, it only cost us $60 .. well, plus the $500 for the AHS contract for the year. But that covers everything in the house through this summer and most of next. And by then, hopefully, we'll be in a better financial position. For one thing, I -should- have a job by then.
The following morning I came back to the house to check it .. still not working. So I filed a request for service with American Home Shield and proceeded to do some last-minute cleaning up. It didn't need much really, luckily - thanks to the RTH group on Ravelry, I'm inspired to keep my home neat enough for visitors all the time - but I had to vacuum downstairs, and put a few things away, and wanted to close blinds and curtains to try to keep most of the heat out. At 9am it was already 85-degrees downstairs; again, add ten degrees for upstairs, at least. The man called, said he'd be here between 2 and 5pm and I went back to MILs house to spend the day there. I did some homework, I knitted a lot, and I waited.
Three-o-clock came and went. Four-o-clock. I went over to the house around 4:30pm to make sure I had a checkbook, but it was too hot to stay. Closer to 88 downstairs. Probably a hundred upstairs. Five-o-clock came and went, and no phone call, nothing. I finally called the main number around 5:45 to get an update. Then again around 6:15 when I still hadn't been called. The owner called me about 5 minutes later, then 5 minutes or so after that to let me know the man was in my driveway. He could have called, I'm thinking, to let me know he was on his way, but I'm being Southern, and holding my tongue.
Jason was closer even than I was, so he went to the house, waited while the guy replaced a capacitor that was apparently the culprit, and packed more clothes for himself for today. It wouldn't cool off in time for us to sleep there sadly, so we had to spend another night not in our own bed. Isis had to spend another night not in her home, using not her own litterbox, but she survived it, bless her little heart.
Thankfully, it only cost us $60 .. well, plus the $500 for the AHS contract for the year. But that covers everything in the house through this summer and most of next. And by then, hopefully, we'll be in a better financial position. For one thing, I -should- have a job by then.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
The Wreck
So.
Nearly a month go, it was my birthday. And it was set to be a pretty good day, despite the fact that I was going to have to work most of the day. Because it was My Birthday. How can -anything- bad happen on ones birthday? (We won't mention Mister Shakespeare here, kay?)
I was the first at a red light .. not by my choosing, it was red before I got anywhere close. And I was not in any hurry, so I waited. The light went green. I started to go ... and out of the corner of my eye on my side of the road came a flash of white. All I remember is screaming in terror. I was positive the vehicle .. I could not tell at the time what was speeding at my driver's side door .. was going to hit me and destroy life as I knew it. I have been told that the nice folks in the fire department building at that intersection heard the impact from inside. I do not remember hearing the impact. I remember my screams, and my sobbing. Wailing. Keening. Even after my car stopped moving .. at a peculiar angle I might add, tilted, like a sailboat making a fast, tight turn ... I screamed and sobbed.
I have never been so completely terrified in my life. The poor man in the BMW who witnessed the inci- acci- no, the crash .. this was not an accident because the idiot should have stopped when his light went red ... got out of his car and opened my door to find out if I was alright. I'm perfectly positive he got quite an earful but I don't remember really. I know I was crying, and cussing. but I was not hurt. By whatever power watches over me, I was not hurt. Scared? Boy was I scared. Not to the point of incontinence mind, but scared just the same. A woman .. I do not remember seeing her afterwards .. came to the door and told me to turn off my car and take out the keys. I did so, and hunted down the battery to my phone. Everything from my purse was scattered under my feet and on the passenger side.
I finally got out of the car as the police and paramedics showed up. I was still clearly in shock as they asked me if I was fine .. which I repeat, I was perfectly fine .. but they let me go to check on the other guy .. apparently his airbag deployed. I looked at the front of my car, perfectly prepared to see damage. I was not prepared for seeing the tire completely gone. My car had traveled probably 40 feet or so .. I'm a bad judge of distance .. without a tire. The axle scraped across the pavement for 40 feet or so before the car managed to stop. Now, I will point out I had just started from a red light turning green. I could not have been going but 5-10 miles an hour. The speed he had to have been going to push my car that far without a tire is unimaginable.
The first thing I did was call Jason. "Hi, honey? I've just been in an accident. The car has no tire." I'm sure that's what he needed to hear on his way to work, but he's a wonderful husband, and has an understanding boss, and he turned right around to come bring me home, but it was gonna take a good 45 minutes. I then tried to call the Impact rep and my boss .. and reached neither of them. But I'm sure getting a voicemail that says 'Hey Deb, it's Tania. I've been in a wreck, I can't go to work today.' certainly made her day exciting.
The paramedics insisted on taking my vitals at least, and I signed the release saying I refused to be taken to the hospital. Again, I didn't need to go. I felt a little bruise coming on my left elbow where it likely bumped the door. But I was fine, otherwise. The cop ... Timothy Allen ... came over to ask me what happened. I told him. he left me to go deal with the other guy. The BMW guy came over to me eventually and told me Mr Man in the now destroyed white truck told them I ran a red light, but of course I had his story backing me up that it was Mr White Truck that ran the light. Marie had texted me a happy birthday and I let her know about the crash. She called immediately to see if I needed her to come sit with me. I didn't, but it was very sweet. Deb finally called back, and my Impact rep Jim. both told me they were glad I was okay, and Deb said just to keep her updated as to when I could go back to work and stuff.
I just kept looking at my car. The firemen eventually found my tire. Underneath the Tacoma that hit me. He ripped my tire off. And my cv joint, I later discovered, as it fell from his bumper when they started to get his car towed. The entire driver's side front fender was smashed in. Completely. But there was nothing on the door. Looking back at it I realize just how lucky I got. Had I started going a little faster, or earlier, he would have hit the door. There's less metal there to protect me. I would have been really badly hurt. But my car .. my beautiful blue Torrent, she was badly damaged.
I held myself together pretty well, all things considered. I got the paperwork from the officer, and Jason walked me to his car to take me home. That's when I fell apart. I had just been in an accident .. not an accident, a wreck .. that by rights could have badly hurt if not killed me. I was wearing my seatbelt .. which I will never not do again .. and I got lucky. Jason hugged me and let me cry a little, then we went to the city impound lot, where they took the car .. to get things out of it. At this point, we were kinda hoping it got totaled. On the way home he gave me my birthday present. He hadn't even had time to wrap it, but it made me feel so much better even so. It certainly made a really bad beginning to my birthday a lot lot better.
Nearly a month go, it was my birthday. And it was set to be a pretty good day, despite the fact that I was going to have to work most of the day. Because it was My Birthday. How can -anything- bad happen on ones birthday? (We won't mention Mister Shakespeare here, kay?)
I was the first at a red light .. not by my choosing, it was red before I got anywhere close. And I was not in any hurry, so I waited. The light went green. I started to go ... and out of the corner of my eye on my side of the road came a flash of white. All I remember is screaming in terror. I was positive the vehicle .. I could not tell at the time what was speeding at my driver's side door .. was going to hit me and destroy life as I knew it. I have been told that the nice folks in the fire department building at that intersection heard the impact from inside. I do not remember hearing the impact. I remember my screams, and my sobbing. Wailing. Keening. Even after my car stopped moving .. at a peculiar angle I might add, tilted, like a sailboat making a fast, tight turn ... I screamed and sobbed.
I have never been so completely terrified in my life. The poor man in the BMW who witnessed the inci- acci- no, the crash .. this was not an accident because the idiot should have stopped when his light went red ... got out of his car and opened my door to find out if I was alright. I'm perfectly positive he got quite an earful but I don't remember really. I know I was crying, and cussing. but I was not hurt. By whatever power watches over me, I was not hurt. Scared? Boy was I scared. Not to the point of incontinence mind, but scared just the same. A woman .. I do not remember seeing her afterwards .. came to the door and told me to turn off my car and take out the keys. I did so, and hunted down the battery to my phone. Everything from my purse was scattered under my feet and on the passenger side.
I finally got out of the car as the police and paramedics showed up. I was still clearly in shock as they asked me if I was fine .. which I repeat, I was perfectly fine .. but they let me go to check on the other guy .. apparently his airbag deployed. I looked at the front of my car, perfectly prepared to see damage. I was not prepared for seeing the tire completely gone. My car had traveled probably 40 feet or so .. I'm a bad judge of distance .. without a tire. The axle scraped across the pavement for 40 feet or so before the car managed to stop. Now, I will point out I had just started from a red light turning green. I could not have been going but 5-10 miles an hour. The speed he had to have been going to push my car that far without a tire is unimaginable.
The first thing I did was call Jason. "Hi, honey? I've just been in an accident. The car has no tire." I'm sure that's what he needed to hear on his way to work, but he's a wonderful husband, and has an understanding boss, and he turned right around to come bring me home, but it was gonna take a good 45 minutes. I then tried to call the Impact rep and my boss .. and reached neither of them. But I'm sure getting a voicemail that says 'Hey Deb, it's Tania. I've been in a wreck, I can't go to work today.' certainly made her day exciting.
The paramedics insisted on taking my vitals at least, and I signed the release saying I refused to be taken to the hospital. Again, I didn't need to go. I felt a little bruise coming on my left elbow where it likely bumped the door. But I was fine, otherwise. The cop ... Timothy Allen ... came over to ask me what happened. I told him. he left me to go deal with the other guy. The BMW guy came over to me eventually and told me Mr Man in the now destroyed white truck told them I ran a red light, but of course I had his story backing me up that it was Mr White Truck that ran the light. Marie had texted me a happy birthday and I let her know about the crash. She called immediately to see if I needed her to come sit with me. I didn't, but it was very sweet. Deb finally called back, and my Impact rep Jim. both told me they were glad I was okay, and Deb said just to keep her updated as to when I could go back to work and stuff.
I just kept looking at my car. The firemen eventually found my tire. Underneath the Tacoma that hit me. He ripped my tire off. And my cv joint, I later discovered, as it fell from his bumper when they started to get his car towed. The entire driver's side front fender was smashed in. Completely. But there was nothing on the door. Looking back at it I realize just how lucky I got. Had I started going a little faster, or earlier, he would have hit the door. There's less metal there to protect me. I would have been really badly hurt. But my car .. my beautiful blue Torrent, she was badly damaged.
I held myself together pretty well, all things considered. I got the paperwork from the officer, and Jason walked me to his car to take me home. That's when I fell apart. I had just been in an accident .. not an accident, a wreck .. that by rights could have badly hurt if not killed me. I was wearing my seatbelt .. which I will never not do again .. and I got lucky. Jason hugged me and let me cry a little, then we went to the city impound lot, where they took the car .. to get things out of it. At this point, we were kinda hoping it got totaled. On the way home he gave me my birthday present. He hadn't even had time to wrap it, but it made me feel so much better even so. It certainly made a really bad beginning to my birthday a lot lot better.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Busy Busy Busy!
Well, about a week and a half ago we -finally- got the approval to do the landscaping work outside our house - I told Jason I was gonna frame it. So the last two weekends have been busy busy working on planting and installing border stones and spreading mulch and running to Home Depot and Lowes to pick up plants and mulch and potting soil.
But I finally have flowerbeds! I have a ton of stuff planted in them too. Iceflower is planted in my little cauldron, and I have a blue false indigo, and a hibiscus, and petunias in a beautiful yellow hue, and impatiens (that I think I burned watering them too early) and some volunteered pansies .. the last time I planted pansies was like 8 months ago .. and several plants of gerbera daisies, and another kind of daisy, and verbena, and a balloon flower, and something called Angelina in white and purple, and something that looks like a miniature petunia in a vibrant red. I also have my clematis, and the mums I planted two halloweens ago, and a calla lily that didn't bloom last year but I'm hopeful, and a purple petunia in a hanging basket. It's an explosion of color in my front yard now!!
Well, it will be soon as everything starts to bloom. It's getting there.
In other exciting news, I'm getting a new computer -and- a laptop! I'm sooo excited! I've wanted to get myself a laptop for .. well, years now. And in part because I want to be able to talk to James but be social with my husband and watch tv in there with him, and with a laptop I can sit in the livingroom, and still have access to the internet. Wheee! *flailing kermit arms* And the desktop is much needed. Mine is dying, slowly. I will likely be spending next weekend transferring everything from the old computer to the new one .. which will be a trick, since my CD burner doesn't seem to work. I think maybe I should at least make all my music MP3's, to facilitate that endeavor. I can also use Brandon's computer since I have that flash drive with 2GB space on it. That's just .. time consuming.
It's exciting, getting a new computer. It means I get to start fresh. Sure, I'm going to have to spend some time cleaning off the garbage that gets put on systems nowadays, and I'm going to have to get used to Windows Vista. Oh, and installing WoW on a new machine, that'll be exciting. Gotta make sure I knew where everything is.
Woo! The excitement! I have to spend the next week or so cleaning, so I can get ready for my new computer!
But I finally have flowerbeds! I have a ton of stuff planted in them too. Iceflower is planted in my little cauldron, and I have a blue false indigo, and a hibiscus, and petunias in a beautiful yellow hue, and impatiens (that I think I burned watering them too early) and some volunteered pansies .. the last time I planted pansies was like 8 months ago .. and several plants of gerbera daisies, and another kind of daisy, and verbena, and a balloon flower, and something called Angelina in white and purple, and something that looks like a miniature petunia in a vibrant red. I also have my clematis, and the mums I planted two halloweens ago, and a calla lily that didn't bloom last year but I'm hopeful, and a purple petunia in a hanging basket. It's an explosion of color in my front yard now!!
Well, it will be soon as everything starts to bloom. It's getting there.
In other exciting news, I'm getting a new computer -and- a laptop! I'm sooo excited! I've wanted to get myself a laptop for .. well, years now. And in part because I want to be able to talk to James but be social with my husband and watch tv in there with him, and with a laptop I can sit in the livingroom, and still have access to the internet. Wheee! *flailing kermit arms* And the desktop is much needed. Mine is dying, slowly. I will likely be spending next weekend transferring everything from the old computer to the new one .. which will be a trick, since my CD burner doesn't seem to work. I think maybe I should at least make all my music MP3's, to facilitate that endeavor. I can also use Brandon's computer since I have that flash drive with 2GB space on it. That's just .. time consuming.
It's exciting, getting a new computer. It means I get to start fresh. Sure, I'm going to have to spend some time cleaning off the garbage that gets put on systems nowadays, and I'm going to have to get used to Windows Vista. Oh, and installing WoW on a new machine, that'll be exciting. Gotta make sure I knew where everything is.
Woo! The excitement! I have to spend the next week or so cleaning, so I can get ready for my new computer!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Wicked
Yes, it has been several weeks since that glorious day when we finally got to fulfill a dream, that being seeing Wicked: The Musical on stage. There is a story that goes along with my rabid desire to see this show, and it begins over a year ago.
(Note to self: Make certain husband purchases season passes for Blumenthal's 2008-2009 season. This is imperative.)
So, something over a year ago, we learned that Wicked: The Musical, as well as several other shows we would like to have seen, was coming to Charlotte. I said, on many occasions, "We need to make sure we get season's passes, so we can make sure we have seats." My darling husband, whom I love with all my heart, assured me that things -never- sell out in Charlotte, and that since we were going to Spain that summer, we really could use the money for something else. And so I relented. Even when the lady from the Blumenthal called trying to sell season's passes, I declined, because of the trip.
Big. Mistake.
Tickets went on sale .. a few months ago. I don't remember exactly when. I have tried to block that awful awful day out of my memory. Tickets went on sale at like .. 9am. At the box office. They didn't even release tickets to online sales. Because they sold out in six hours.
I was furious. I couldn't reach them by phone. I had to go to work, and didn't have time to keep trying. I called my husband. And was about in tears of frustration because I couldn't get the tickets and I desperately wanted to see the show. Darling husband was frustrated too, because he couldn't get tickets either, and he and I had a bit of a tiff over it. After all, I had said we needed to get the passes, and it was his idea not to. I got over it, because he promised me he would do everything he could to find tickets. And I know that he doesn't break his promises. But I was still notably upset.
Time passed, and I began to get a little uneasy. He had many people looking for tickets for us, including a business friend who was friends with Mayor McCrory. There was simply no way to get tickets. It was looking bleak, and my darling promised me that he would take me up to Chigago, where Wicked plays permanently.
But then one afternoon, I overheard Brandon on the phone with someone, and got suspicious. I didn't get my hopes up, because I didn't want to be disappointed. But Jason had managed to find three tickets for that Friday's performance. I was squeeeing so much all week, especially once the tickets arrived. Friday could not have come fast enough.
But eventually, it came. We got to the theater just before they started letting people in, and all the way there I was knitting on a discloth inspired by the characters: pink (Galinda) and green (Elphaba). Of course, I only knitted up until the show started, because goodness knows I could never have knit through it. Not even if I were knitting straight stockinette in the round. There's just no way.
The show was .. amazing. I had listened to the soundtrack endlessly, so I thought I knew the story of the musical, but I was wrong. There was so much I missed by not knowing the play itself. I am however glad I never read the Grimmerie that Jason got me a couple years ago .. I think for Christmas, but it might have been birthday .. because it had the entire script in it, and so many details that would have made the experience less .. well, an experience.
It's impossible to describe it all. The acresses in the lead roles were amazing. Both of them really embodies the characters, and their voices were delightful. I am incredibly happy we were able to get tickets for this show. It was the chance of a lifetime for me, because I'd been anticipating it for so very long.
(Note to self: Make certain husband purchases season passes for Blumenthal's 2008-2009 season. This is imperative.)
So, something over a year ago, we learned that Wicked: The Musical, as well as several other shows we would like to have seen, was coming to Charlotte. I said, on many occasions, "We need to make sure we get season's passes, so we can make sure we have seats." My darling husband, whom I love with all my heart, assured me that things -never- sell out in Charlotte, and that since we were going to Spain that summer, we really could use the money for something else. And so I relented. Even when the lady from the Blumenthal called trying to sell season's passes, I declined, because of the trip.
Big. Mistake.
Tickets went on sale .. a few months ago. I don't remember exactly when. I have tried to block that awful awful day out of my memory. Tickets went on sale at like .. 9am. At the box office. They didn't even release tickets to online sales. Because they sold out in six hours.
I was furious. I couldn't reach them by phone. I had to go to work, and didn't have time to keep trying. I called my husband. And was about in tears of frustration because I couldn't get the tickets and I desperately wanted to see the show. Darling husband was frustrated too, because he couldn't get tickets either, and he and I had a bit of a tiff over it. After all, I had said we needed to get the passes, and it was his idea not to. I got over it, because he promised me he would do everything he could to find tickets. And I know that he doesn't break his promises. But I was still notably upset.
Time passed, and I began to get a little uneasy. He had many people looking for tickets for us, including a business friend who was friends with Mayor McCrory. There was simply no way to get tickets. It was looking bleak, and my darling promised me that he would take me up to Chigago, where Wicked plays permanently.
But then one afternoon, I overheard Brandon on the phone with someone, and got suspicious. I didn't get my hopes up, because I didn't want to be disappointed. But Jason had managed to find three tickets for that Friday's performance. I was squeeeing so much all week, especially once the tickets arrived. Friday could not have come fast enough.
But eventually, it came. We got to the theater just before they started letting people in, and all the way there I was knitting on a discloth inspired by the characters: pink (Galinda) and green (Elphaba). Of course, I only knitted up until the show started, because goodness knows I could never have knit through it. Not even if I were knitting straight stockinette in the round. There's just no way.
The show was .. amazing. I had listened to the soundtrack endlessly, so I thought I knew the story of the musical, but I was wrong. There was so much I missed by not knowing the play itself. I am however glad I never read the Grimmerie that Jason got me a couple years ago .. I think for Christmas, but it might have been birthday .. because it had the entire script in it, and so many details that would have made the experience less .. well, an experience.
It's impossible to describe it all. The acresses in the lead roles were amazing. Both of them really embodies the characters, and their voices were delightful. I am incredibly happy we were able to get tickets for this show. It was the chance of a lifetime for me, because I'd been anticipating it for so very long.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Thankful.
What am I thankful for?
Well, there's the usual. I'm thankful for my health. I'm thankful for my family, for my loved ones, and for my friends. I'm thankful to have a job that pays well and isn't stressful on my mind or my body.
I'm also thankful that I found out now what awful people my former guildmates are, instead of finding it out later on. I'm thankful... in an odd way .. that I was betrayed now, rather than learning six months from now and having my heart stomped on even more than it already was. I'm thankful I hadn't sent the gifts I'd intended to send to the bitch and her pussy-whipped husband. I'm thankful to have had the chance to find out who my real friends are.
I'm thankful for yarn. For the ability and knowledge to turn yarn into something amazing. I'm thankful for Larissa, who tought me how to knit. For Brandon, who let me teach him, and for my beloved husband, who indulges me in my obsession over fiber.
Well, there's the usual. I'm thankful for my health. I'm thankful for my family, for my loved ones, and for my friends. I'm thankful to have a job that pays well and isn't stressful on my mind or my body.
I'm also thankful that I found out now what awful people my former guildmates are, instead of finding it out later on. I'm thankful... in an odd way .. that I was betrayed now, rather than learning six months from now and having my heart stomped on even more than it already was. I'm thankful I hadn't sent the gifts I'd intended to send to the bitch and her pussy-whipped husband. I'm thankful to have had the chance to find out who my real friends are.
I'm thankful for yarn. For the ability and knowledge to turn yarn into something amazing. I'm thankful for Larissa, who tought me how to knit. For Brandon, who let me teach him, and for my beloved husband, who indulges me in my obsession over fiber.
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