Rebekah Lamberth

How things are progressing today....

Fri, 07 Nov 2008 16:13:06 GMT

OKay... I had $5 in my wallet and since I had nothing for breakfast at home (forgot to get breakfast stuff.. stupid me) I decided to grab something from McDonald's. I got a sausage mcmuffin, hashbrown, and a large coke... so that's about 100 grams of fat. *SIGH*

And since they now have sausage mcmuffins for $1, I got another to eat for lunch. I really like them. so that's lunch taken care of.

Don't know what's going to happen for dinner.... have to see how today goes as far as what I feel like making...

more later.

Okay.... I'm posting!

Thu, 06 Nov 2008 19:00:11 GMT

Okay... I recently came back over here and I decided I was going to use Livejournal as my weight loss journal.

Starting today I am doing a change of lifestyle. NOT A "DIET"! A "diet" is a short term solution to loosing a few pounds. I will be coming on here daily and writing about what I eat and how much I eat and my journey doing this.

For breakfast I had a bologna, cheese, and mustard sandwich on toasted wheat bread. I had a Pepsi on the way back from taking Jerome to work. And now lunch... no idea what I'm having. I'll add to it later. This sucks, but I have to start keeping myself accountable somehow! And at least this way I'll be eating. I don't eat a lot during the day and that's probably why my metabolism is so friggin SLOW! Because it has no fuel to run on. *SIGH*

More to come.

6:28 PM, November 6, 2008: Okay.. since the post up there, I have eaten: 1/2 cup goldfish (approximately, at least): Mid morning snack
another bologna and mustard sandwich (ran out of cheese. Need desperately to go to the grocery store): Lunch

went to grocery! YAY!

about 1 cup cheddar cheese pretzel combos, 24 oz. Arizona Sweet Tea: afternoon snack.

Dinner:
2 hotdogs
1 slice wheat bread
1/2 c. chili
1/8 c. shredded colby/jack cheese
couple handfuls of tater tots (No clue how many. Baked)
2 T. ketchup

I know.. not the most nutritious of meals, but it was quick and easy and my entire family will eat it.

Overall, I made myself eat a little bit through out the day. Hopefully keeping my metabolism up and running will help.

WISH ME LUCK!

Baaaaaa

Sat, 25 Nov 2006 18:02:02 GMT

A friend of mine recently sent this to me. And as I sat reading it, I was dumbfounded as to how correct it was. I know not everyone will want to read this, but it's definitely thought provoking. I have cut and pasted it below with the appropriate showing of who it's by so I don't get accused of plagurism or however it's spelled.*L*

"On Sheep, Wolves, and Sheepdogs"
By LTC (RET) Dave Grossman, author of "On Killing."

"Honor never grows old, and honor rejoices the heart of age. It does so
because honor is, finally, about defending those noble and worthy
things that deserve defending, even if it comes at a high cost. In our
time, that may mean social disapproval, public scorn, hardship,
persecution, or as always,even death itself. The question remains: What
is worth defending?
What is worth dying for?
What is worth living for?
- William J. Bennett - in a lecture to the United States Naval Academy
November 24, 1997

One Vietnam veteran, an old retired colonel, once said this to me:

"Most of the people in our society are sheep. They are kind, gentle,
productive creatures who can only hurt one another by accident." This
is true. Remember, the murder rate is six per 100,000 per year, and the
aggravated assault rate is four per 1,000 per year. What this means is
that the vast majority of Americans are not inclined to hurt one
another. Some estimates say that two million Americans are victims of
violent crimes every year, a tragic, staggering number, perhaps an
all-time record rate of violent crime. But there are almost 300 million
Americans, which means that the odds of being a victim of violent crime
is considerably less than one in a hundred on any given year.
Furthermore, since many violent crimes are committed by repeat
offenders, the actual number of violent citizens is considerably less
than two million.

Thus there is a paradox, and we must grasp both ends of the situation:
We may well be in the most violent times in history, but violence is
still remarkably rare. This is because most citizens are kind, decent
people who are not capable of hurting each other, except by accident or
under extreme provocation. They are sheep.

I mean nothing negative by calling them sheep. To me it is like the
pretty, blue robin's egg. Inside it is soft and gooey but someday it
will grow into something wonderful. But the egg cannot survive without
its hard blue shell. Police officers, soldiers, and other warriors are
like that shell, and someday the civilization they protect will grow
into something wonderful.? For now, though, they need warriors to
protect them from the predators.

"Then there are the wolves," the old war veteran said, "and the wolves
feed on the sheep without mercy." Do you believe there are wolves out
there who will feed on the flock without mercy? You better believe it.
There are evil men in this world and they are capable of evil deeds.
The moment you forget that or pretend it is not so, you become a sheep.
There is no safety in denial.

"Then there are sheepdogs," he went on, "and I'm a sheepdog. I live to
protect the flock and confront the wolf."

If you have no capacity for violence then you are a healthy productive
citizen, a sheep. If you have a capacity for violence and no empathy
for your fellow citizens, then you have defined an aggressive
sociopath, a wolf. But what if you have a capacity for violence, and a
deep love for your fellow citizens? What do you have then? A sheepdog,
a warrior, someone who is walking the hero's path. Someone who can walk
into the heart of darkness, into the universal human phobia, and walk
out unscathed.
Let me expand on this old soldier's excellent model of the sheep,
wolves, and sheepdogs. We know that the sheep live in denial, that is
what makes them sheep. They do not want to believe that there is evil
in the world. They can accept the fact that fires can happen, which is
why they want fire extinguishers, fire sprinklers, fire alarms and fire
exits throughout their kids' schools.

But many of them are outraged at the idea of putting an armed police
officer in their kid's school. Our children are thousands of times more
likely to be killed or seriously injured by school violence than fire,
but the sheep's only response to the possibility of violence is denial.
The idea of someone coming to kill or harm their child is just too
hard, and so they chose the path of denial.

The sheep generally do not like the sheepdog. He looks a lot like the
wolf. He has fangs and the capacity for violence. The difference,
though, is that the sheepdog must not, can not and will not ever harm
the sheep. Any sheep dog who intentionally harms the lowliest little
lamb will be punished and removed. The world cannot work any other way,
at least not in a representative democracy or a republic such as ours.

Still, the sheepdog disturbs the sheep. He is a constant reminder that
there are wolves in the land. They would prefer that he didn't tell
them where to go, or give them traffic tickets, or stand at the ready
in our airports in camouflage fatigues holding an M-16. The sheep would
much rather have the sheepdog cash in his fangs, spray paint himself
white, and go, "Baa."

Until the wolf shows up. Then the entire flock tries desperately to
hide behind one lonely sheepdog.

The students, the victims, at Columbine High School were big, tough
high school students, and under ordinary circumstances they would not
have had the time of day for a police officer. They were not bad kids;
they just had nothing to say to a cop. When the school was under
attack, however, and SWAT teams were clearing the rooms and hallways,
the officers had to physically peel those clinging, sobbing kids off of
them. This is how the little lambs feel about their sheepdog when the
wolf is at the door.

Look at what happened after September 11, 2001 when the wolf pounded
hard on the door. Remember how America, more than ever before, felt
differently about their law enforcement officers and military
personnel? Remember how many times you heard the word hero?

Understand that there is nothing morally superior about being a
sheepdog; it is just what you choose to be. Also understand that a
sheepdog is a funny critter: He is always sniffing around out on the
perimeter, checking the breeze, barking at things that go bump in the
night, and yearning for a righteous battle. That is, the young
sheepdogs yearn for a righteous battle. The old sheepdogs are a little
older and wiser, but they move to the sound of the guns when needed
right along with the young ones.

Here is how the sheep and the sheepdog think differently. The sheep
pretend the wolf will never come, but the sheepdog lives for that day.

After the attacks on September 11, 2001, most of the sheep, that is,
most citizens in America said, "Thank God I wasn't on one of those
planes." The sheepdogs, the warriors, said, "Dear God, I wish I could
have been on one of those planes. Maybe I could have made a
difference."

When you are truly transformed into a warrior and have truly invested
yourself into warriorhood, you want to be there. You want to be able to
make a difference.

There is nothing morally superior about the sheepdog, the warrior, but
he does have one real advantage. Only one. And that is that he is able
to survive and thrive in an environment that destroys 98 percent of the
population. There was research conducted a few years ago with
individuals convicted of violent crimes. These cons were in prison for
serious, predatory crimes of violence: assaults, murders and killing
law enforcement officers. The vast majority said that they specifically
targeted victims by body language: slumped walk, passive behavior and
lack of awareness. They chose their victims like big cats do in Africa,
when they select one out of the herd that is least able to protect
itself.

Some people may be destined to be sheep and others might be
genetically primed to be wolves or sheepdogs. But I believe that most
people can choose which one they want to be, and I'm proud to say that more and more Americans are choosing to become sheepdogs.

Seven months after the attack on September 11, 2001, Todd Beamer was
honored in his hometown of Cranbury, New Jersey. Todd, as you recall,
was the man on Flight 93 over Pennsylvania who called on his cell phone
to alert an operator from United Airlines about the hijacking. When he
learned of the other three passenger planes that had been used as
weapons, Todd dropped his phone and uttered the words, "Let's roll,"
which authorities believe was a signal to the other passengers to
confront the terrorist hijackers. In one hour, a transformation
occurred among the passengers - athletes, business people and parents
turned from sheep to sheepdogs and together they fought the wolves,
ultimately saving an unknown number of lives on the ground.

"There is no safety for honest men except by believing all possible
evil of evil men." - Edmund Burke

Here is the point I like to emphasize, especially to the thousands of
police officers and soldiers I speak to each year. In nature the sheep,
real sheep, are born as sheep. Sheepdogs are born that way, and so are
wolves. They didn't have a choice. But you are not a critter. As a
human being, you can be whatever you want to be. It is a conscious,
moral decision.

If you want to be a sheep, then you can be a sheep and that is okay,
but you must understand the price you pay. When the wolf comes, you and
your loved ones are going to die if there is not a sheepdog there to
protect you. If you want to be a wolf, you can be one, but the
sheepdogs are going to hunt you down and you will never have rest,
safety, trust or love. But if you want to be a sheepdog and walk the
warrior's path, then you must make a conscious and moral decision every
day to dedicate, equip and prepare yourself to thrive in that toxic,
corrosive moment when the wolf comes knocking at the door.

For example, many officers carry their weapons in church. They are
well concealed in ankle holsters, shoulder holsters or inside-the-belt
holsters tucked into the small of their backs. Anytime you go to some
form of religious service, there is a very good chance that a police
officer in your congregation is carrying. You will never know if there
is such an individual in your place of worship, until the wolf appears
to massacre you and your loved ones.

I was training a group of police officers in Texas, and during the
break, one officer asked his friend if he carried his weapon in church.
The other cop replied, "I will never be caught without my gun in
church." I asked why he felt so strongly about this, and he told me
about a cop he knew who was at a church massacre in Ft. Worth, Texas in
1999. In that incident, a mentally deranged individual came into the
church and opened fire, gunning down fourteen people. He said that
officer believed he could have saved every life that day if he had been
carrying his gun. His own son was shot, and all he could do was throw
himself on the boy's body and wait to die. That cop looked me in the
eye and said, "Do you have any idea how hard it would be to live with
yourself after that?"

Some individuals would be horrified if they knew this police officer
was carrying a weapon in church. They might call him paranoid and would
probably scorn him. Yet these same individuals would be enraged and
would call for "heads to roll" if they found out that the airbags in
their cars were defective, or that the fire extinguisher and fire
sprinklers in their kids' school did not work. They can accept the fact
that fires and traffic accidents can happen and that there must be
safeguards against them.

Their only response to the wolf, though, is denial, and all too often
their response to the sheepdog is scorn and disdain. But the sheepdog
quietly asks himself, "Do you have and idea how hard it would be to
live with yourself if your loved ones attacked and killed, and you had
to stand there helplessly because you were unprepared for that day?"

It is denial that turns people into sheep. Sheep are psychologically
destroyed by combat because their only defense is denial, which is
counterproductive and destructive, resulting in fear, helplessness and
horror when the wolf shows up.

Denial kills you twice. It kills you once, at your moment of truth
when you are not physically prepared: you didn't bring your gun, you
didn't train. Your only defense was wishful thinking. Hope is not a
strategy. Denial kills you a second time because even if you do
physically survive, you are psychologically shattered by your fear
helplessness and horror at your moment of truth.

Gavin de Becker puts it like this in Fear Less, his superb post-9/11
book, which should be required reading for anyone trying to come to
terms with our current world situation: "...denial can be seductive,
but it has an insidious side effect. For all the peace of mind deniers
think they get by saying it isn't so, the fall they take when faced
with new violence is all the more unsettling."

Denial is a save-now-pay-later scheme, a contract written entirely in
small print, for in the long run, the denying person knows the truth on
some level.

And so the warrior must strive to confront denial in all aspects of
his life, and prepare himself for the day when evil comes. If you are a
warrior who is legally authorized to carry a weapon and you step
outside without that weapon, then you become a sheep, pretending that
the bad man will not come today. No one can be "on" 24/7, for a
lifetime. Everyone needs down time. But if you are authorized to carry
a weapon, and you walk outside without it, just take a deep breath, and
say this to yourself...

"Baa."

This business of being a sheep or a sheep dog is not a yes-no
dichotomy. It is not an all-or-nothing, either-or choice. It is a
matter of degrees, a continuum. On one end is an abject,
head-in-the-sand-sheep and on the other end is the ultimate warrior.
Few people exist completely on one end or the other. Most of us live
somwhere in between. Since 9-11 almost everyone in America took a step up that continuum, away from denial. The sheep took a few steps toward
accepting and appreciating their warriors, and the warriors started
taking their job more seriously. The degree to which you move up that
continuum, away from sheephood and denial, is the degree to which you
and your loved ones will survive, physically and psychologically at
your moment of truth."

If you've actually gotten this far, because it's quite long, I'm impressed. But I hope that it's made you think. It did me. And I, for one, am glad that we have those sheepdogs and I pray to God that I'm not a sheep. Do I try to see the best in people? Yes, but I'm not so naive that I don't think that evil can enter my life at any moment.

Long time....

Sun, 14 May 2006 23:03:48 GMT

Wow, I hadn't realized it had been so long since I'd last posted.

Let me see....

Game: WOW! We have a constant group of around 20. Usually between 15-20. Great group. We had 23 last game. Had one person from the St. Petersburg, FL game visit and that was cool. Seems that he and his friend had a good time and they really enjoyed how we play the Sabbat genre and how the game is ran. Really good thing.

Have 2 new PC Bishops, Congrats to the players. Several new packs. That's good. Really pleased with how things are going in that aspect. Miss some players who haven't been able to come due to their real life, but that takes precedent over gaming.

My mother was recently back in the hospital. That bothered me a lot, but they found out what was wrong. She had a kidney stone completely blocking her kidney from draining. So she got a BAD kidney infection and was septic. They were able to give her antibiotics and get her feeling better. Don't know what they're going to do about the kidney stone or if they removed it or what.

Otherwise, not a lot going on. Evan is doing GREAT in school. Colin who's getting big and will be 4 at the end of the month.

So life is good and stuff!

WOO HOO!

Tue, 28 Jun 2005 03:02:56 GMT

Well, this past Friday's game ROCKED!

We had 26 in attendance. TWENTY-SIX! Want me to say it again? Hello? 26

Am I proud? Oh hell yes! We had some folks come back from Secundus, thanks, guys. Welcome back and hope you had fun.

We have the Changeling game letting out early so their players can come and they are talking about changing their playing time period so folks can come! That rocks!

SO glad you folks get to make it.

Some folks were there who hadn't been able to make it in a couple games due to real life. Completely understandable. Real life ALWAYS comes first!

Have one friend who isn't going to be able to make it for a couple of games. That's understandable as well. She's part of a safety crew for a fire dancing troupe. Can't have the dancers going up in flames, now can we?

My other friend, from my Sunday TT game, is coming and really enjoying it. We're gonna try and drag her sweetie to game sometime so he can check it out. We're thinking he might enjoy it as well.

Game is growing in leaps and bounds and I couldn't be happier. We've gone from like 9 to going on 30 in about 3 months now? WOW! Don't want to brag too much. Don't want to jinx things.

Don't get me wrong, some of the BEST games we had were our core group of 9. We had a BLAST and it allowed ALL of our characters to grow and all of us to work towards something besides a growth on the character sheets.

Now... I'm sick. Again. Our pool guy, who was fired today YAY!, sucked! Last time I went swimming, I ended up with some respiratory thingie. I got about over it and went swimming again the other night. After dark, so I couldn't see the state the pool was in. Well, obviously, again, it was disgusting. I ended up sleeping about 20 out of 24 hours from Saturday to Sunday. I was SOOOOOOO sick. Saturday night was the culmination of it all. I didn't even game at our usual TT game I was so sick. So I call to complain to the management today and she lets me know he's been fired and someone from another property is coming to clean it up and they are hiring someone new.

About damned time.

Game is really growing

Thu, 26 May 2005 08:06:53 GMT

We have potentially 7 new players, NEW!, coming to game on Friday! FIVE! That is awesome!

Shadow of the Phoenix is really growing and prospering with a great core group! We are very excited.

I know at least 4 who are coming Friday. The other 3 are maybe's due to work schedules and such.

Can't wait!

silence...

Wed, 27 Oct 2004 07:43:44 GMT

It's very quiet tonight. Jerome and I bought Van Helsing with the money his mother sent for his birthday. Good movie. Excellent CG. Amazing overall. Was very pleased. Good storyline on top of it all.

Colin's bed finally gave up the ghost. Poor thing was jumped to death.

I am hoping that this weeks game goes well. Special event. Cookout and such. Hope people remember and actually make it.

I keep thinking that something is supposed to happen this Saturday, but I cannot remember what it is for the life of me. October 30th.

I am feeling quite blah right now. A friend of mine is upset with me and I'm not sure why she is. I had spoken to her the other day and she hung up on me. Granted, she was at work, but I wasn't sure why she was mad at me. I tried to call her back and waited for quite a while, but she never picked up. I am really confused lately.

I don't know if I'll be able to go to the Palla Grande this week due to babysitting issues. I don't know what I'll do.

sleep is good

Oh, this is so true!

Mon, 11 Oct 2004 18:55:21 GMT

I am a hybrid of:
Progressive Girl
Girl Next Door
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I can honestly say I am a combination of these two. Don't mind this in the least!

A few new things going on...

Mon, 11 Oct 2004 08:09:30 GMT

First off, I'd like to extend my condolenses to Mr. Christopher Reeves's wife and family. For the past several years, Mr. Reeves has fought a very hard battle. May he rest in peace and may God grant his family peace in knowing he's in a better place now.

Now... lessee... Had an interesting situation happen at game this past Friday. Someone came late (Naming no names here, folks) and after a debate with another character, the player comes over, slaps his/her character sheet down in front of me and says "I'm outta here. Jerome's being a dick". Ok, that's my husband we're talking about here! And the thing is, it was all IC! No one was arguing, bitching, or anything. Just some things were stated IC and this person got PISSED!

Needless to say, this person isn't welcome in my home until they do the following:

1) Apologize to me for making the remark about my husband.
2) Apologize to my husband!
3) Make a public apology either at game or on the OOC list for making that comment.

It wasn't necessary. No tempers had flared. No angry words had been exchanged IC or OOC. Nothing. They just got bent because things weren't going their way and so they left.

Oh well. Go cry to another group of people that you'll leave in a month and bitch about them too!

Ok, so now I"m going to bed.

I am....

Sun, 03 Oct 2004 19:17:00 GMT

Pretty cool. I am SPIDEY! I can handle that. He's pretty damned cool!

http://www.liquidgeneration.com/quiz/images/firestar.jpg
To link it (the actual code):

Now this is cool too! Seems I'm on a roll today, folks! Let's try Superhero quiz number 3

http://www.liquidgeneration.com/quiz/images/cyclops.jpg
To link it (the actual code):

Ok, the Goody-two-shoes. I guess I could have done worse! *L*

Interesting.... very interesting!

Thu, 19 Aug 2004 17:47:09 GMT

Let's see.......

Shadow of the Phoenix is doing AWESOME! We have folks who drive from Tucson. So that's great.

Our time for probation will be up in a couple of months. Shouldn't be a problem getting into OWBN. The one game who stood against us is now on probation for problems of their own.

Thinking the vote should be a landslide! YEAH!

Well... off to clean up. Game tonight.

I pray the doctor is wrong!

Wed, 23 Jun 2004 03:58:35 GMT

Today sucked. Royally. Spoke with my mom and it seems she might have Hepatitus C. How did she get it? (Possibly have it, that is) Long story....

Let me back up a bit.

3 years ago this past April my mother was almost killed in an auto accident when she ran off the road and hit a bridge head on at about 65 mph. She never touched the breaks. So the best we can figure is that she fell asleep at the wheel. I kinda blame myself for the accident. Why? She was very tired and was headed to my sister's, an hour and a half away, because my sister had broken her ankle the previous Saturday and this was a Wednesday and she was going the next day to get her cast. Well, as I said, my mother was tired. She'd worked all day and had been popping her pain pills cause she'd been on her feet all day and was in a lot of pain.

Why was she in so much pain? She had a tumor on her spine at 19 years of age and has had 5 major back surgeries to remove the tumor and bone grafts. So, my mother who started out at a whooping 5'0" ended up a huge 4'8". She's crooked, literally. One of her legs is longer than the other because of the bone graft from her hip for her back. See, they didn't have bone banks back then.

So, she's in pain, okay? I ask if she wants me to take her down there. I can drive back that night and then just go back down to get her on Thursday after my sister has taken care of her stuff. She assures me she is all right and that she'll stop and get something to drink and that she'll be fine. I'm skeptical, but relent and go on home. By about 9:30 my time, my sister is calling asking where Mama is. She's not there yet and can't get her on the phone in the truck. I suggest that perhaps she's ran into traffic on the mountain or maybe is stopping for dinner to surprise her. So we give her another hour and a half and still no Mama. I tell my dad and we call the state police, give them the make and model of the truck, her name and such. We are then told that they are sorry to inform us, but my mother was in a serious accident and had to be Life Flight(ed) to Erlanger Hospital in Chattanooga, TN. We also find out her accident was less than 5 minutes from our home. About the time we find all this out, a patient of my dad's and his son who is an EMT pull up to the house. Now, mind you, it's about 11 pm. When I go out and see who it is, I know why they're there. I tell them that we just heard and they say that they have their church grapevine to have them start praying.

Ok, so she's flown to the hospital. Her face is flayed open by the windshield down into her sinus cavaties. See, the hood of the pickup went through the windshield and it basically peeled back and sliced her open. She's knocked out 3 teeth on the steering wheel, all 3 bones in her left arm are broken and her right hip is broken. She's pinned into the truck and they have to cut the top of the truck off and the steering wheel off just to get her out after using the jaws of life to get the door off because the front end of the truck is so jammed back.

So she's given all kinds of blood transfusions in the hospital and now the doctor thinks that she might have gotten the Hepatitus C from that. I think my mother has had enough pain and suffering in her life and I don't understand why God would do this to her. I really don't.

OH YEAH!!! WE'RE OWBN!!!!

Tue, 18 May 2004 00:14:53 GMT

Well, offically? We're on probation, but WHAT A COUNT! *L*

36-1-4

That means that 36 chronicles voted yes.

One chronicle voted no. (Not like that was a big surprise when we found out who)

And 4 abstained. Possibly because they really didn't know enough about us.

Anyway, AMAZING landslide in the positive for us. VERY exciting! We'll probably have a cookout for a celebration soon. Looking forward to interaction with some of the Cam games who are interested and the other nearby (Cali) Sabbat games. I know we eventually are planning a trip up that way with a big group from the game. THAT will be fun!

HEE HEE HEE!! VERY excited.

A good day

Mon, 10 May 2004 22:54:06 GMT

Got up early with my DH, showered, got dressed and took him to a training class for his new job at work. He's gotten a promotion with a significant raise. I am SO proud of him. And when I say significant? I mean significant! *L* Like a 20% pay increase! *DANCIEDANCIE* YEAH!!!

I am SO freaking excited for him!

Getting my business lisence stuff all set up tonight. My coach is calling and we're gonna get everything worked through. I am happy to get this going. Have all sorts of plans.

After being sick for 3 weeks and then the boys getting my illness, it feels good to be over it and getting out and about. The boys and I had a water fight on the front porch today after lunch. They had a blast and all of us were soaked from head to toe! They had fun and were more than ready for their naps when we came inside.

Hmmmm, the SoTP game is booming! We are up for discussion in the OWBN organization and I'm excited and nervous. The other game here in the valley that was going up for a vote didn't get approved. Secundus refrained from voting on that game and if they refrained from voting on our game as well, I'd understand. No grudges would be held. We have a great player core and a constant player base coming. We had one guy find us by accident! *L* He was looking for a Cam Fan Club game that wasn't where he thought it was, saw us and thought we were them. He knew one of the guys at our game and has come to a couple of games. That's cool!

I haven't been able to go in a couple of weeks because of finances, but with Jerry's raise, I'll definitely be able to go! And with my starting my business, I'll probably use my profits to help go towards that! So I should be able to go to game all the time soon! YIPPEE!! I miss playing my Sabbat character. She is a LOT of fun.

I've made a Giovanni ghoul (For Secundus) who should prove to be fun over the long run. I'm keeping my Gangrel back to work with as well. I had thought about killing her off, but decided against it. I realize now that I can build her up a bit and bring her back later should my Giovanni get killed. I think I tried to do too much with my Gangrel. I truly should have taken driving goal with that character and might truly go ahead and buy it for her. She is so damned driven to succeed it's rediculous. Truly need to get her worked on and fleshed out as much as possible.

Well, need to start dinner. Putting a chicken in the crock pot and that will need a couple of hours to cook.

Have lost about 12 lbs now. Kinda hard to tell where *L* But it's 12 lbs gone and that's all the counts. Truly watching what I eat and trying to eat better. I screw up some, but hey... one day at a time!

A day in my life

Thu, 18 Mar 2004 10:12:20 GMT

Well, it's been good lately. I'm getting my business license and starting my own business. I have a GREAT business coach who is trying so hard to help me get this going. I am SO DAMNED EXCITED I don't know WHAT to do! *L*

My back has been giving me fits. Gonna have to go to the doctor soon if it doesn't let up. *Grumble* I thought it was just a pinched nerve, now I wonder. Some days are better than others.

Going to TN for 2 weeks! *DANCIEDANCIE* My folks are very excited. As am I. Been a year since I saw them. Probably be ready to come back home after 3 days. *L* But my family needs to see them. My Grandmother isn't doing the best health wise and this might be her last chance to see the boys. I hope not.

Evan will probably be starting school this fall. I can't believe it! He's getting so big. So sweet and tenderhearted. My mother called the other day to tell me something and he started crying because he didn't get to tell "Granmommy hello" before she had to go. She couldn't talk long and just called to let me know she'd dropped something in the mail and when to expect it. He is in for a lot of heartache, I'm afraid, being as tender hearted as he is. Like his mom. *Shrug*

Shadow of the Phoenix has applied to become OWBN! Don't really know how that's all going, but I hope well. Not an ST, so I don't know 100%. Game is going great though. Have a great group of folks that come every week and I think got a couple new people last game. YEAH!

Going to a friend's on Saturday for a cookout! Really looking forward to that. Should be a lot of fun!

It's late and now I'm going to bed.

Well, Jumping on the bandwagon. L

Mon, 13 Oct 2003 21:45:50 GMT

Seems everyone is taking the friend's test, so here goes!!

http://ang9el.friendtest.com.

WOO HOO HOT DA-YAMN!

Mon, 13 Oct 2003 02:33:22 GMT

*DANCIEDANCIE* SoTP game was GREAT! And I mean GREAT!

Wonderful group of gamers showed up. I was SO pleased. The HST and a Narrator from Secundus came. Dark Dancer is glad to be able to JUST PLAY and he really appeared to have a blast. LOTS of fun had. So far there are 4 ladies and the rest were gents. One lady, a co-worker Jerome's, has RPed a total of twice when she came. She jumped right in and DID MARVELOUSLY!!!!! I was so glad for her and I really think she had a good time. She plays in our weekly Street Fighter game. Opening up the doors a bit more, but players have been asked to be discreet and basically use their brains for who they ask to come. I think next game will be fun.

My new character, Sara, is hilarious. Everyone thought she was Malkavian at first. NOPE NOPE NOPE!!! *G* At one point, she walks up on a conversation, hears the words "Smack the bishop" and yells "SMACK THE BISHOP". *LOL* Everyone was a bit creaped out by her, I think. She was a ball to play and some what of a challenge.

Dave C. brought some wonderful baked goods and I used a bowl and ran around eating "boobie" seeing she has the eat flesh flaw. *L* It was funny.

Got the most beautiful women I've ever seen in a larp. *LOL* Got one with a Gorgeous x5 and one with a Gorgeous x4. *L* Poor little Sara is just plain, old Sara. Really had to watch what I said sometimes cause people walking by.

Street Fighter Tourney is this weekend. VERY excited. Hopefully Jerome's friend will be able to come down. Really looking forward to it.

Bryan really gave us a good review to Secundus. We are allowed to have the PLAYERS at this point seeing we are Independant, but not the Secundus CHARACTERS. After we apply and are on probation for OWBN, they will be allowed to bring their Secundus characters on over. Hopefully, they will come alone. *Evil cackle and rubbing hands together* Mwahahahahahahahahaha... .*Giggles*

All's good. VERY pleased.

LOL

Tue, 26 Aug 2003 08:13:07 GMT

The thing for Ang9el was HORRIBLE. So I tried for my Evangeline tag that I use sometimes. MUCH MUCH better.

<td bgcolor="#000000">Who will play you:</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA">Kate Beckinsale </td></tr><td bgcolor="#000000">Who will play your love interest:</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA">Orlando Bloom </td></tr><td bgcolor="#000000">Weeks you will stay in the box office:</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA">7</td></tr><td bgcolor="#000000">Song that will play during your love scene:</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA">The Beegees - How Deep Is Your Love </td></tr><td bgcolor="#000000">Song that will play during your death:</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA">Ozzy Osbourne - See You On the Other Side</td></tr><td bgcolor="#000000">Your name:</td><td bgcolor="#DDDDAA"></td></tr>

Your Life: The Movie by mintyduck

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Tue, 26 Aug 2003 08:08:46 GMT

Ain't I BAD??? *LOL*

Just a plain old fashion good time

Sun, 03 Aug 2003 08:28:39 GMT

I AM THE GANGREL PRIMOGEN OF SECUNDUS. *LMFAO* WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT????

Sure as hell not me. How did I end up with this illustrious role? Eric left on tour. *LOL* And seeing that Tess was gaked by Ian and Ian took Praxis and lifted Godwynn's prerequisites for being Primogen and the Gangrel no longer HAD one? And no one else was there. *L* I took it until the Clan can discuss it at a later date and decide on something more permenent. But I wanted to make sure the Gangrel had a voice with the new Prince. I wasn't sure at the game on the 4th if I'd be able to get into this character, but I think I can. She was a LOT of fun and I got an RP vote from Dark Dancer 17's lovely lady. I can't recall her LJ nick, but I thank you muchly, hon. She is a lot of fun to play.

I think I would have had more fun had my ankle not been throbbing all night. I got home and the entire outside of my foot was so swollen I was shocked. I got home about 3 and my hubby and his friend were still up playing games. *L* I was kinda surprised, but I'm glad he had a good time.

Secundus was great though.

Our Street Fighter TT game is going GREAT. Last week we played Thursday AND Friday night. This week only on Thursday. Hopefully both nights next week. Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, having a BALL. So far we have had a total of 7 folks play. They can't always make it, but they come when they can. We have a good core group though.

I'd love to brag and gloat, but I won't. *snickers* Ok, I will. IT"S GOING GREAT AND I LOOOOOVE IT. *L*

Also, making friends by going to Secundus again. Some very sweet folks hang at the home where we play. Hoping a very sweet young lady gets to feeling better soon. *HUGS* Am getting to know Dark Dancer's lady a bit better. VERY sweet lady. I am SO happy that they are happy. The lady who's home we play in, I'm getting to know her a bit better and can say, as I have before, that she's a very nice lady. Also, last night at Denny's? Laughed almost the whole time. *L* Had a BALL. My new close friend and her sister were there. *L* We laughed the whole time. We were told we weren't allowed to sit together anymore. *G* It was so much fun. Sister dearest had a entire glass of ice water spilled down her back. Needless to say, dinner was free. *L*

Well, it's bedtime and I have an additional baby in the house, so I have to get up early with her.

Just thinking...

Mon, 21 Jul 2003 05:59:21 GMT

My Granddaddy was born John Smalley Reed on November 17, 1917. He passed away at the age of 85 on December 13, 2001. When I got the call the following morning after his death, I laid in bed and wailed. I don't mean just cried, but wailed. Great, body wracking sobs from your very soul. Why? One of my best friends had just died. I loved my Granddaddy more than any other man in my life that wasn't a part of my immediate family. (My dad and son)

My Granddaddy was referred to by some as a hero, a man among men, a man who knew how to live and appreciate the now, and most importantly, a man who many called friend and who impacted people's lives.

How many of us can truly say that? How many of us will be able to look back on our lives at it's end and see that we were a positive influence on people?

Anyway, with it being in July and the 4th being recent and stuff, I pulled out a packet of stuff my grandmother had sent me after I got home from my GrandDaddy's funeral. That was, undoubtedly, one of the top 3 most difficult days in my life. The two would be when my mother was almost killed in an auto accident (number one) and when my Mama Nelle (my mother's mom) died. (Tied at number 2 with my GrandDaddy's death).

I remember everything about the day of my GrandDaddy's funeral. The wind was blowing, it wasn't raining, but kinda overcast. I remember the soldiers as they fired off the salute. I remember them standing at attention while Taps was played. I remember the extreme grief I felt as they folded the Flag and presented it to my Grandmother.

"On behalf of the President of the United States of America and a greatful Nation"

A greatful Nation. Makes a person stop and think. I can't help but wonder how many people are truly greatful for the men and women of the Armed Forces. I know I am. I am VERY proud to be an American. I have NEVER been ashamed of it. And my GrandDaddy instilled that pride in me through his stories from his days in the United States Army Air Corp. My GrandDaddy was Pilot for a B-24 bomber in World WarII. He flew over England and Scotland and Germany. There were so many stories. He flew 35 missions, although 25 were only required. He and his crew all volunteered for the additional missions. He never lost a man, had to emergency land in France once, and had only one crash landing in England. I remember him telling me stories as far back as I can remember.

He taught me to play checkers. Of course he let me win every time, but eh...

He taught me the value and sanctity of the vows of marriage. I understood that no marriage was perfect from an early age, but I respected that he died having been with my GrandMother for 56 years. I remember towards the end of his life hearing him tell her "I love you, Mabel".

My GrandDaddy was never one to really show his emotions much, but towards the end, he showed them freely. I think he knew his life was going to be ending soon and thought it best to let those he loved know it.

When GrandDaddy died, there were several newspaper articles written up about him. Tim Chavez, writter for the Nashville Tennesean, wrote: "In this new year, there will be new diagnoses of cancer. Vehicles will collide. People will lose their lives. And God help us, another act of terrorism may strike our shores.
But there is a blinding wisdom that comes from such recognition. And it makes us appreciate those things and people in the now, when "I love yous" can be said and "I'm Sorrys" can be offered."

As the rest of the world looked forward to the New Year of 2002, my family sat and watched my GrandDaddy die. Was it hard knowing he was going to be in heaven anyway? Yes. I will always miss GrandDaddy. I still cry thinking about him.

I just hope, that when I die, my friends will be able to sit down and say what a friend of his said in a letter sent to my GrandMother upon hearing about GrandDaddy's death. Carl wasn't able to make it to the funeral because of health issues.

"It was with much sorrow that I heard about the death of my friend and hero, John Reed. He was a fearless B-24 bomber pilot and crew commander and he saved our lives during World War II in Europe. What a great fellow he was and how he loved us all. There was ten of us on the crew and he got us all through 35 missions. The man was a hero...

God Bless His family,

Sincerely,

Carl A. Siemers.

Capt. U.S.A"

I wonder how many of us will have such a praise given to us at our deaths. I truly hope that when I die, I will be given half the love and friendship GrandDaddy did.

Life in general

Sat, 19 Jul 2003 06:45:14 GMT

Well, Game seems to be going very well. We had a new player 2 weeks ago and he came back. Next week we are planning on 2 new ones. Hope they both get to come. It's something new and fun and so far we are having a blast. My DH is even setting it up so his friend from Cali can come and play his character when he comes to visit. (Which he will hopefully be able to do) This guy is great and is an AMAZING COOK. can't wait to try some of my recipe's on him and try some of his stuff. He is a very good man who I know cares about my husband very much. He is a good friend.

Friendships are building and growing. Very good. Happy.

I am on some interesting online communities. Found some very nice people. Found a few right here in Phoenix. Hope to meet one of the ladies soon. Things are going good though. Evan will be 4 soon and it's so hard to believe how big he's getting. He cut his hair the other day. Had to laugh. It's like he has a reverse mohawk. *L* Gotta even his hair up now.

Colin is HUGE. He's wearing a size 5 diaper now. He's just a big boy. He's smiling and talking all the time. Walking everywhere. Really have to keep an eye on him.

Going back to Secundus has been nice. Talked to Bryan about things before we went back and it's all good. Last game was pretty slow because it was the 4th and all. Jerry went tonight and took two of his friend's with him. Hope they have a good time.

I dunno how well I'll click with my new character, but seeing I was only able to play her a little bit at the last game, we'll have to wait and see.

Overall, though, it's good. My DH and I have gotten closer in the past few months and I have found the perfect definition of when you find that special someone. "When you are as comfortable alone as you are with them". I thought it perfect. I have gotten as comfortable with Jerry as I am alone. I am finally getting comfortable with the knowledge my husband loves me. Period. As is. That feels good to know someone cares about you, faults and all, and still loves you despite it. THAT is amazing to me. He is my best friend and I am so happy. *Sighs* :D

Contemplations

Tue, 17 Jun 2003 05:31:47 GMT

Ok, in the last several weeks, my life has changed drastically. I won't go into it, because it's not necessary.

I went through and erased every message I had written since I got this account.

Well, let's see what else is new? According to Evan, I'm the "Bestest Mommy in the World". First time he said it, I about cried. He is trying, LORD KNOWS HE"S TRYING, but is undoubtedly one of the sweetest children and most loving I've ever come across. And yes, that opinion is very biased. And should be. *L*

Colin is teething again, bless his little heart. He's run a fever all day and just hasn't felt well in general. He really enjoyed bath time tonight. He splashed all over. Very cute, naked baby is. *L* Put him to bed with a drugged bottle. *L* Gotta love the easy ways to get them to take meds. Put it in their bottles. One half teaspoon of Ibuprofen and Tylenol each and he's good for 4-6 hours. Hopefully he'll sleep well. He woke several times last night.

Yesterday was VERY trying. Woke up and got Daddy breakfast in bed for Father's Day. Got the boys their breakfast and jumped in the shower while they ate. Jerry helped get Evan dressed for church while I scoured the house for a lost shoe. Well, Evan had broken a frosted glass, bowl shaped candle holder not too long ago. I obviously missed one rather LARGE piece that had gotten up under something. I stepped just right and tried a home amputation of my right pinky toe. OOOOOWWWWW. Blood. Lots and lots of blood. So I call my friend (aren't unexpected friendships great???) who the boys and I were supposed to go to church with and tell her I'm gonna have to go to the emergency room and that we'll have to miss church. She asks her folks to take care of her little girl and she takes me to the hospital. I really appreciated it. So they come in, poke at me several times, irrigate it, and glue my foot back together. The glass had caused such a straight cut, that multiple stitches weren't necessary even though it was deep. YEAH. SORE FOOT. Colin's ran over it in his walker, I've stubbed it twice, and because I had to have a tetanus (sp?) shot, I feel like I've been punched. *L*

Jerry took off from work and stayed home with the boys. Last night I guess the day had been a bit too much and I break down and cry a bit. Today, my wonderful husband brings me a card and a sweet teddy bear. Cheered me up greatly. I needed it.

We're starting a Street Fighter TT game. Should be oodles of fun. Couple of our friends are gonna play in it. Jerry is excited and I am getting that way.