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Posted 2 years agohttps://www.furaffinity.net/view/48743475/
Israfel Vincent, also known as Taffy the Impossible Girl, mms! with a deep and rolling sigh of delight and a thick cloud of that cool steam that she seems to have in an endless supply, while closing those liquid purple eyes with a fluttering of those thick and ebony eyelashes, allowing the soft purple eye shadow to stand out against her creamy tannish white face with the healthy splattering of freckles, highlighted with the rosy pink of the enchanting blush as those greenish-purple lips smile happily. With her ample, fat backside sitting against the mysteriously snoozing leather couch's center cushion, the kissing of those thick thigh's soft flesh by your skilled luscious lips and slathered by your tart tongue , you can teasingly taste some of Cait's copiously thick cream from her girly honey that the powerful changeling slathered against the elastic flesh as the two 'lastic lover played this evening. "You missed it, honey," Taffy huskily whispers with her cute head tilting back and those gorgeous lips parting in a dazzling bright white smile. "She allowed me the blessing of shackling her with the Chains of Gaia, those awful binders that Master Gunther enslaved her with, which magically reduces her ungodly strength to that of a mere mortal and reduces her healing to almost zero. I could see her fantastic form tremble with terrible anxiety and barely contained fear and yet she implicitly trusted me with such a task." Pausing, Taffy takes a shaky inhale that causes her pert and perky breasts to fill out like rapidly inflating balloons and yet they gain tumultuous weight too as they grow at least three cup sizes bigger, tightening up the cute copper and make those cups overflow with fleshy areole and fat titties! "She still has nightmares about what that despicable bastard and his bitch-witch did to her ... and yet, Cait found the courage and the thrill to allow me to restrain her ..." She pauses as her tits grow another two cup sizes bigger to a fantastic double F-size! "Can you imagine what that must have been like?" the copper top manages to ask. "She shames me with her incredible courage and unwavering trust!"
Israfel Vincent, also known as Taffy the Impossible Girl, mms! with a deep and rolling sigh of delight and a thick cloud of that cool steam that she seems to have in an endless supply, while closing those liquid purple eyes with a fluttering of those thick and ebony eyelashes, allowing the soft purple eye shadow to stand out against her creamy tannish white face with the healthy splattering of freckles, highlighted with the rosy pink of the enchanting blush as those greenish-purple lips smile happily. With her ample, fat backside sitting against the mysteriously snoozing leather couch's center cushion, the kissing of those thick thigh's soft flesh by your skilled luscious lips and slathered by your tart tongue , you can teasingly taste some of Cait's copiously thick cream from her girly honey that the powerful changeling slathered against the elastic flesh as the two 'lastic lover played this evening. "You missed it, honey," Taffy huskily whispers with her cute head tilting back and those gorgeous lips parting in a dazzling bright white smile. "She allowed me the blessing of shackling her with the Chains of Gaia, those awful binders that Master Gunther enslaved her with, which magically reduces her ungodly strength to that of a mere mortal and reduces her healing to almost zero. I could see her fantastic form tremble with terrible anxiety and barely contained fear and yet she implicitly trusted me with such a task." Pausing, Taffy takes a shaky inhale that causes her pert and perky breasts to fill out like rapidly inflating balloons and yet they gain tumultuous weight too as they grow at least three cup sizes bigger, tightening up the cute copper and make those cups overflow with fleshy areole and fat titties! "She still has nightmares about what that despicable bastard and his bitch-witch did to her ... and yet, Cait found the courage and the thrill to allow me to restrain her ..." She pauses as her tits grow another two cup sizes bigger to a fantastic double F-size! "Can you imagine what that must have been like?" the copper top manages to ask. "She shames me with her incredible courage and unwavering trust!"
Coffee With The Princess!
Posted 2 years agoCoffee With The Princess!
Throwing USAA Insurance Under The Jeep!
**Giggles!**
Usually, and especially these days, I do not get angry any more, not like I used to, but yesterday, I got really angry. Stand by. All of this is the fucking truth and please read carefully. ❤️
Mm-Kay! At the Morningstar Games last Saturday Night, I decided to hang out and have some fun. Friends of mine there, Mr. Jeremiah and Ms. Marie, invited me and Mr. DL and Mr. Adam and a cute gal with mouse-brown hair playing what I could best guess is a barbarian that might as well be a Wendigo or something, Ooo ... a tiefling, male was a great assemblage of hers, along with our Gunslinger, John Wayne, ... not sure who the player was, but it works. Master Black was his side-kick, and I soon discovered that Vincent Creed, my mercenary male, was the focus of the story. Very well, y'all ... I'm old hat and shoe when it comes to this.
So, shackled, I was brought before the heroes, offered my freedom, and not trusted by the heroes because I deserted from my post, but could not remember what happened. That's fine. As a player, I had about two minutes to absorb the idea for this home-brew 5th edition Dungeons and Dragons, that I swore I would not play because Wizards of the Coast had fucked up so much of the game I grew up with. Over the years, I watched first edition turn to second and then to third, taking more of the creativity of a group of friends away in the name of playing by the rules. I have spoken about this before and this is why I was not at the Saturday Night tabletop game that night. I got tired of trying to run a fun game and then having people should how the rules were and I just said, "Enough talk!" and threw Hellbringer across the garage! So, here I am at Morningstar Games ... fun place, crowded, and jumping like the Pit, Jellico, Tennessee's roadside bar, on the side of the border where Cumberland College kids could go and drink without the nannies of the college bitching. Girl could have fun for while and the guys could get laid out in the parking lot. Ah, college. But in the country where the college was, it was a dry county. You could not buy booze in the county, but you could go where they sold it and buy it and then come home and drink it! I never did because I gave my word I would stay sober. I didn't start drinking until I started hanging out with my beloved Kait n her apartment in Atlanta. Why? Because it was the only way to have fun! And I was getting laid! ❤️
So, at Morningstar Games, it was fun. Dominos Pizza, up on stage acting like a criminal captured prisoner, and chain up for fun ... like Cait the Changeling ... and pissed! They sat there and said I was guilty of desertion. I told them that I didn't remember. "Perhaps a critical strike to my head," I roared out, freaking out tables around us. There was a gun for slaying me, but I didn't know at the time. John Wayne had it and I just shrugged ... I want to say the player was named Noah, but I could be wrong ... he and Master Black just stood there and scowled at me. Ok, villain I may be branded, but fuck this if I was not going to have fun with it! So, I did! It took some charm and skill and perhaps some better role-playing that these younger filk have never seen before. Groovy! And it was fun. I threw two failures and one critical when I needed that and whooped like a Wookee tearing off the arms of a droid with glowing eyes and beating him to destruction! Such heroic nonsense! ❤️
Well, in the parking place that I used to use as the 4th edition dungeon master a few years back, I parked Shadowdancer. And in my haste to get to the game early, I backed into the white pole that protected their new sign. Ok, pinched the plastic ... PLASTIC! ... bumper a bit and cursed like a sailor! Fuck, fuck, fuck! To hell with it, so I went back to the apartment to get the rest of my gear and go have fun. And like I said before ... I did! It was fun! Something that the people at the garage caused me to forget in the need to win. Whatever. So, the last two days I had been trying to call USAA Insurance, which supposedly serves our armed forces an their families ... bullshit! Pop was grandfathered into the system, like Iron Man inducting Captain America, but this little fact was lost on some of the people who tried to get me angry. And they did! I was pissed like the Hulk angry at Iron Man for busting him in the face and I wanted to do to them like Hulk did to Loki in the first Avengers movie! I had a nightmare of a week and this was the last fucking straw! So, after loosing my mind and trying to go to the shops they were steering me towards is because they are contracted out to do this crap. Hernandez Collision Center, who has a great mechanic from Mall Auto, Mr. Sam, I trusted with the company cars and now I trust him with my lady! Ms. Jeneen Smith listened to me, talked with me, and treated me far better than most had in a long time. So when I left, I destroyed my diet with a giant steak and cheese sandwich from Firehouse because I didn't give a fuck! On the way back, I dealt with anger and frustration. Here I was being honest and no one was listening! Well, fuck it!
I got back to work and felt like it was not worth it, but when I came to work the next day, I found out how bad it would get. I called USAA and tried to get someone with a fucking heartbeat! I was about to have a stroke trying to talk to the automatic bitch behind the plastic box in my hand that I went out into the parking lot and screamed into it. I got a Ms. Traci who was happy to deal with me. I told her every thing ... every fucking thing! ... and she listened. I threw Gerber Boyd under the bus because no one answered and that was the shop USAA steered me towards ... bastards! You didn't pick up the phone after seven rings. I gave up! So, Hernandez listened and told me they were not contracted by USAA but had done work for customers who were USAA clients. Good enough for me. ❤️
This morning, I'm fairly confident that things well work out and, if not, I'm calling Morgan and Morgan and unleashing the lawyers on whomever will help me pay off my bills including the damnable SCAD loans! Mwhahahahaha!! ❤️
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Throwing USAA Insurance Under The Jeep!
**Giggles!**
Usually, and especially these days, I do not get angry any more, not like I used to, but yesterday, I got really angry. Stand by. All of this is the fucking truth and please read carefully. ❤️
Mm-Kay! At the Morningstar Games last Saturday Night, I decided to hang out and have some fun. Friends of mine there, Mr. Jeremiah and Ms. Marie, invited me and Mr. DL and Mr. Adam and a cute gal with mouse-brown hair playing what I could best guess is a barbarian that might as well be a Wendigo or something, Ooo ... a tiefling, male was a great assemblage of hers, along with our Gunslinger, John Wayne, ... not sure who the player was, but it works. Master Black was his side-kick, and I soon discovered that Vincent Creed, my mercenary male, was the focus of the story. Very well, y'all ... I'm old hat and shoe when it comes to this.
So, shackled, I was brought before the heroes, offered my freedom, and not trusted by the heroes because I deserted from my post, but could not remember what happened. That's fine. As a player, I had about two minutes to absorb the idea for this home-brew 5th edition Dungeons and Dragons, that I swore I would not play because Wizards of the Coast had fucked up so much of the game I grew up with. Over the years, I watched first edition turn to second and then to third, taking more of the creativity of a group of friends away in the name of playing by the rules. I have spoken about this before and this is why I was not at the Saturday Night tabletop game that night. I got tired of trying to run a fun game and then having people should how the rules were and I just said, "Enough talk!" and threw Hellbringer across the garage! So, here I am at Morningstar Games ... fun place, crowded, and jumping like the Pit, Jellico, Tennessee's roadside bar, on the side of the border where Cumberland College kids could go and drink without the nannies of the college bitching. Girl could have fun for while and the guys could get laid out in the parking lot. Ah, college. But in the country where the college was, it was a dry county. You could not buy booze in the county, but you could go where they sold it and buy it and then come home and drink it! I never did because I gave my word I would stay sober. I didn't start drinking until I started hanging out with my beloved Kait n her apartment in Atlanta. Why? Because it was the only way to have fun! And I was getting laid! ❤️
So, at Morningstar Games, it was fun. Dominos Pizza, up on stage acting like a criminal captured prisoner, and chain up for fun ... like Cait the Changeling ... and pissed! They sat there and said I was guilty of desertion. I told them that I didn't remember. "Perhaps a critical strike to my head," I roared out, freaking out tables around us. There was a gun for slaying me, but I didn't know at the time. John Wayne had it and I just shrugged ... I want to say the player was named Noah, but I could be wrong ... he and Master Black just stood there and scowled at me. Ok, villain I may be branded, but fuck this if I was not going to have fun with it! So, I did! It took some charm and skill and perhaps some better role-playing that these younger filk have never seen before. Groovy! And it was fun. I threw two failures and one critical when I needed that and whooped like a Wookee tearing off the arms of a droid with glowing eyes and beating him to destruction! Such heroic nonsense! ❤️
Well, in the parking place that I used to use as the 4th edition dungeon master a few years back, I parked Shadowdancer. And in my haste to get to the game early, I backed into the white pole that protected their new sign. Ok, pinched the plastic ... PLASTIC! ... bumper a bit and cursed like a sailor! Fuck, fuck, fuck! To hell with it, so I went back to the apartment to get the rest of my gear and go have fun. And like I said before ... I did! It was fun! Something that the people at the garage caused me to forget in the need to win. Whatever. So, the last two days I had been trying to call USAA Insurance, which supposedly serves our armed forces an their families ... bullshit! Pop was grandfathered into the system, like Iron Man inducting Captain America, but this little fact was lost on some of the people who tried to get me angry. And they did! I was pissed like the Hulk angry at Iron Man for busting him in the face and I wanted to do to them like Hulk did to Loki in the first Avengers movie! I had a nightmare of a week and this was the last fucking straw! So, after loosing my mind and trying to go to the shops they were steering me towards is because they are contracted out to do this crap. Hernandez Collision Center, who has a great mechanic from Mall Auto, Mr. Sam, I trusted with the company cars and now I trust him with my lady! Ms. Jeneen Smith listened to me, talked with me, and treated me far better than most had in a long time. So when I left, I destroyed my diet with a giant steak and cheese sandwich from Firehouse because I didn't give a fuck! On the way back, I dealt with anger and frustration. Here I was being honest and no one was listening! Well, fuck it!
I got back to work and felt like it was not worth it, but when I came to work the next day, I found out how bad it would get. I called USAA and tried to get someone with a fucking heartbeat! I was about to have a stroke trying to talk to the automatic bitch behind the plastic box in my hand that I went out into the parking lot and screamed into it. I got a Ms. Traci who was happy to deal with me. I told her every thing ... every fucking thing! ... and she listened. I threw Gerber Boyd under the bus because no one answered and that was the shop USAA steered me towards ... bastards! You didn't pick up the phone after seven rings. I gave up! So, Hernandez listened and told me they were not contracted by USAA but had done work for customers who were USAA clients. Good enough for me. ❤️
This morning, I'm fairly confident that things well work out and, if not, I'm calling Morgan and Morgan and unleashing the lawyers on whomever will help me pay off my bills including the damnable SCAD loans! Mwhahahahaha!! ❤️
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Coffee With The Princess!
Posted 2 years agoCoffee With The Princess!
Sunday Morning Special Edition - Morningstar Tabletop Night Review by Vincent Weyrich!
Princess Loonia Officiating on her FA Page!
**Giggles!**
Being this early in the morning is very fine and well for most mortals, but the Princess needs her sleep. VMan and DMan had their games this weekend and they sent this report to me before they crashed. Bless them! I just took my meds about five minutes ago while trying to focus and I will try and sum up what's happened with my boys this weekend. Ready?
The Saturday Night Tabletop Game was run by the Dark Druid and Mr. Scott who have pretty much adopted the three of us into their family since we are such misfits. The group two weekends ago had a huge fight to where I walked out and it was because of a bad call I made. Everyone had fun by me. It's possible that I started getting sick due to stress, but because of the week I had, I didn't realize it until things panned out. Very much like an amputation. Once gone, do you want it back? You decide.
So, I'm told by the my new family that the Group had some problems, but were handled in a pretty good fashion and yet, I didn't wish to dance on the head of the guy that made that night bad. No one seemed to had seen it and I just decided in my depressed state that it was indeed my fault. Before I realized what happened, I was sick, I spent a #100 at Food Lion for meds because I tried Kroger and scared the hell out of the gal on the phone as I laughed by the joker when I said it took three weeked to find out the insurance company that I have through my employer had a medicine that was denied. The Do's office and Kroger Officially have my work and home numbers and neither called. Mm-kay.
This week from Monday to Friday was something I couldn't explain and the money I spent today was about $500, though I still have receipts rolling in. I took care myself and got pampered and tried to give blood which was hit or miss. Then when things started working and the music in the Shdowdancer was playing, I knew there were going to be Opportunities like the song that Kait and I danced to at City Lights so long ago. I was the brains she was the brawn and we were going to rule whatever we could. Petshop Boys, y'all! ♥
Mr Scott (aka Dad) and the Dark Druid (aka Little Sister to me at least!) ran things at the Tabletop gaming group at the Bearded Lantern's place and I'm still getting mixed impressions about this, but that's another journal entry.
Morningstar Games is not far from my place and when I signed up, I was haggared. McDonald on White Bluff, Best Buy at Abercorn Shopping Center were the place was that I could my hair done all pretty much within a few hours cost me a pennty, getting the bike to Starbike and getting the cable holding the bike to the post is another story, but my boys are laughing still as well as I know. Anyways, so at Morningstar Games, I signed in with Ms Marie and she told me I had rough two hours. I went to the apartment the first time and got what I thought I needed and then got back and realized I did a rookie mistake and forgot pencils. Backing out of the old space where I used to park the company vehicle, there's now a white post to keep from hitting the sign. Nothing alerted me from Shadwowdancer before I felt the jeep rock. A small dent that I found when I got back to the apartment, but I told the new owners of the Morningstar Games that on Mopnday I will call and deal with that, hopefully for a laugh from USAA. My fault totally. Anyways, I go in and get started and have a great time. Cheering for a natural twenty that Vincent Creed, the character I was given by the Dungeon Master Jeremiah was essentiallu his NPC, but he wanted me to run this since I was learning. For thos e who will say, "You said 5th edition ..." That was before I spent almost a week sick and in a small HPFocus racing to two places back to back and making all sorts of mistakes to the amusement oif the staff. ♥
So, today was about me ... something I never had never done before since I was there for others and never there for myself. Mom and Pop thought money being wasted like this was borderline stupidity and I just took it. Do NOT let people define you ... if they do, you are only failing yourself... I did that whem Mom passed in 2011, Pop passed in 2015, and I went through depression a ton of supposed and good friends like toliet tissue and then found out almost too late who the true ones are. Also relearning lessons again from new masters now that the student was ready again. "Teamwork makes the dream work,my adopted Pop said, my new Pop says, "If you let oithers teach you, you will have a better chance at success." And I'm going to live without secrets and lies as best as I can and allow at the end to have the chips fall where they may.
With me on that? Say so when you read this, please. I want people to get the message out. I'm back, bitches, and I'm going to try and make the world a better place for all, whether they want it ot nor. ♥
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Sunday Morning Special Edition - Morningstar Tabletop Night Review by Vincent Weyrich!
Princess Loonia Officiating on her FA Page!
**Giggles!**
Being this early in the morning is very fine and well for most mortals, but the Princess needs her sleep. VMan and DMan had their games this weekend and they sent this report to me before they crashed. Bless them! I just took my meds about five minutes ago while trying to focus and I will try and sum up what's happened with my boys this weekend. Ready?
The Saturday Night Tabletop Game was run by the Dark Druid and Mr. Scott who have pretty much adopted the three of us into their family since we are such misfits. The group two weekends ago had a huge fight to where I walked out and it was because of a bad call I made. Everyone had fun by me. It's possible that I started getting sick due to stress, but because of the week I had, I didn't realize it until things panned out. Very much like an amputation. Once gone, do you want it back? You decide.
So, I'm told by the my new family that the Group had some problems, but were handled in a pretty good fashion and yet, I didn't wish to dance on the head of the guy that made that night bad. No one seemed to had seen it and I just decided in my depressed state that it was indeed my fault. Before I realized what happened, I was sick, I spent a #100 at Food Lion for meds because I tried Kroger and scared the hell out of the gal on the phone as I laughed by the joker when I said it took three weeked to find out the insurance company that I have through my employer had a medicine that was denied. The Do's office and Kroger Officially have my work and home numbers and neither called. Mm-kay.
This week from Monday to Friday was something I couldn't explain and the money I spent today was about $500, though I still have receipts rolling in. I took care myself and got pampered and tried to give blood which was hit or miss. Then when things started working and the music in the Shdowdancer was playing, I knew there were going to be Opportunities like the song that Kait and I danced to at City Lights so long ago. I was the brains she was the brawn and we were going to rule whatever we could. Petshop Boys, y'all! ♥
Mr Scott (aka Dad) and the Dark Druid (aka Little Sister to me at least!) ran things at the Tabletop gaming group at the Bearded Lantern's place and I'm still getting mixed impressions about this, but that's another journal entry.
Morningstar Games is not far from my place and when I signed up, I was haggared. McDonald on White Bluff, Best Buy at Abercorn Shopping Center were the place was that I could my hair done all pretty much within a few hours cost me a pennty, getting the bike to Starbike and getting the cable holding the bike to the post is another story, but my boys are laughing still as well as I know. Anyways, so at Morningstar Games, I signed in with Ms Marie and she told me I had rough two hours. I went to the apartment the first time and got what I thought I needed and then got back and realized I did a rookie mistake and forgot pencils. Backing out of the old space where I used to park the company vehicle, there's now a white post to keep from hitting the sign. Nothing alerted me from Shadwowdancer before I felt the jeep rock. A small dent that I found when I got back to the apartment, but I told the new owners of the Morningstar Games that on Mopnday I will call and deal with that, hopefully for a laugh from USAA. My fault totally. Anyways, I go in and get started and have a great time. Cheering for a natural twenty that Vincent Creed, the character I was given by the Dungeon Master Jeremiah was essentiallu his NPC, but he wanted me to run this since I was learning. For thos e who will say, "You said 5th edition ..." That was before I spent almost a week sick and in a small HPFocus racing to two places back to back and making all sorts of mistakes to the amusement oif the staff. ♥
So, today was about me ... something I never had never done before since I was there for others and never there for myself. Mom and Pop thought money being wasted like this was borderline stupidity and I just took it. Do NOT let people define you ... if they do, you are only failing yourself... I did that whem Mom passed in 2011, Pop passed in 2015, and I went through depression a ton of supposed and good friends like toliet tissue and then found out almost too late who the true ones are. Also relearning lessons again from new masters now that the student was ready again. "Teamwork makes the dream work,my adopted Pop said, my new Pop says, "If you let oithers teach you, you will have a better chance at success." And I'm going to live without secrets and lies as best as I can and allow at the end to have the chips fall where they may.
With me on that? Say so when you read this, please. I want people to get the message out. I'm back, bitches, and I'm going to try and make the world a better place for all, whether they want it ot nor. ♥
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Ah Must BE Dreamin!
Posted 2 years agoI might be feeling under the weather, but I'm managing to have a bit of creative fun. Enjoy and let me know what yoi think.
Cait had never seen Israfel like this! With her feline ears perked up, the powerful changeling watched in silent amusement as her girlfriend ran back and forth through the stately townhouse. Flushed and frantic was the two words that came through the telepathic bond that the two of them shared, though Cait had no clue to what was happening. Mother’s Day was tomorrow and that was not the problem since the copper top had reservations with the Oglethorpe Club for that evening. Hypatia Vincent, Israfel’s Mom, was flying in her Gulfstream G5 to Crossroads, Georgia later tonight. Jetlag? Cait wondered. Nope. Tia, as she asked Caitlynn to call her, was tougher than nails and a force of gorgeous nature. While she would be staying here with the girls, after all the Verdeschi townhouse was her family house as well, going as far back as the founding of the city. Israfel would love to have her stay and Cait had to admit that a reasonable gal in the house was more than welcome.
Watching Israfel run past the “Man-Cave!” that her girlfriend jokingly called the place where Cait watched horror movies and ate her triple anchovy, jalapeno, and pineapple pizzas, just to spare her the stench, the changeling just shook her head in amusement. “Fascinating,” she whispered.
Best as Cait could figure out, Tia had something to discuss with Israfel when Mom and Daughter got back together again. And Big Momma was not about to give up the secret! Trying not to giggle was pointless, and since it called her breasts to fill out the dark purple and neon-green nightshirt like a pair of balloons attached to her lungs like air tanks, it was not only fun but funny. Already sporting a pair of EEs just mean that her girls were now torpedo-sized watermelons within the tightening confines of the nightshirt, while the neon-orange lettering, “Like to see them BIGGER?” became seriously distorted. Running past the door again, Israfel couldn’t help but to stop for a few heartbeats and glance at Cait and her lap-full of snuggle-bags. Feeling impish and turned on, Cait wiggled her eyebrows and Israfel giggled, causing her own perky breasts to swell a bit too.
“Ye ok there, darlin?” Cait asked after a moment of those expressive emerald eyes staring at the growing assets on her girlfriend. “Ye have been up ta this fer …. A while.”
Puckering her kissable lips … gawd, Cait loved that! … Israfel blew out the trapped air in her girls to deflate back down within the matching dark purple and neon-green shirt, though this one had the cartoon bomb on the front and over her expansive heart Cait couldn’t help but notice. “I’m fine, honey,” Israfel replied simply. “Mom said that she had a surprise for me when she got here. They are arriving tonight.”
Her feline ears perked through the red fan of hair as Cait caught this little tidbit of information, something that the Bond didn’t allow her to disclose. She’s getting’ good at this! The changeling thought before blushing and noticing that Israfel picked up on that pretty quick.
Israfel, also known as Taffy to her friends and family, impishly smiled back with that crooked and charming smile of hers. “Our bond works, honey,” Taffy teased, making Cait sit up on the leather couch. The leather couch rumbled lightly, making both gals pause for a moment, before a voice commanded, “If y’all would just go into the bedroom, ah could get some sleep!” Both smirked and Cait slide off of the couch, wiggling her tight backside and long legs with the flexing of muscles and the feline graceful movements. “Sorry, Maya … ,” Cait replied to the formerly slumbering Mimic. “We’ll go.”
Nodding as well, Taffy tried not to giggle a bit herself, but her own inflationary quirk called those little funbags to blow up. “Sleep well, Maya,” the copper top replied before the lovebirds stepped out of the room, leaving Maya the Mimic to mumble something about horny girls, making the girlfriends smile with flushed faces. Before Cait could say anything, Taffy silenced her with a kiss. “Let’s go upstairs to my room, honey. That’ll allow Maya to sleep.”
Giving the copper top her best crooked and charming smirk, Cait followed, her powerful bare feet allowing her to keep up with the giggling and growing Israfel. Reaching the top of the stairs to the resident floor where Taffy’s room was, Cait followed the bouncing boobies and bloated backside, trying not to read too much into this. Her girlfriend had picked up Cait’s quirk after they were bonded together, and life had been plenty more fun. “Or was it my quirk and you copied mine, honey?” Taffy teased back, her smile matching Cait’s before they stepped inside the bedroom and the door closed.
“Which came first, the mimic or the spore, darlin’?” Caitlynn asked as she paused at the door, savoring the strolling strut of her gorgeous gal showing off for her, making that changeling blood within bubble. Being a changeling from “The Flip Side!” as Taffy called her sword and sorcery realm, Cait had discovered that she was part demon and park Bremlin, the species of the Princess, which made Cait retch. Ah dinnae have the pointed ears like those balloon bitches! Thought Cait back, her normally emerald eyes changing to an ugly glowing red … The Dark Goddess has much to answer fer!
“Indeed, she does, honey,” Israfel replied back as the copper top turned back around to look longingly at Caitlynn. “But, that’s not a today story.”
Caitlynn frowned. “Wot? When is it?” the changeling asked as her eyes changed back to the alluring emerald.
Taffy smiled wonderfully, just melting the changeling’s heart, before Taffy pulled her dainty hands out from behind her, having been using her inflated girls to keep Cait distracted long enough. Her dainty hands came around to those inflated breasts and Taffy held out a black box.
Caitlynn blinked a few times, those expressive eyes narrowing. “Wot’s that?” the changeling asked.
“My promise to you when we got back from your world and made our home here in my Crossroads, honey,” Taffy replied merrily.
To BE Continued!
Cait had never seen Israfel like this! With her feline ears perked up, the powerful changeling watched in silent amusement as her girlfriend ran back and forth through the stately townhouse. Flushed and frantic was the two words that came through the telepathic bond that the two of them shared, though Cait had no clue to what was happening. Mother’s Day was tomorrow and that was not the problem since the copper top had reservations with the Oglethorpe Club for that evening. Hypatia Vincent, Israfel’s Mom, was flying in her Gulfstream G5 to Crossroads, Georgia later tonight. Jetlag? Cait wondered. Nope. Tia, as she asked Caitlynn to call her, was tougher than nails and a force of gorgeous nature. While she would be staying here with the girls, after all the Verdeschi townhouse was her family house as well, going as far back as the founding of the city. Israfel would love to have her stay and Cait had to admit that a reasonable gal in the house was more than welcome.
Watching Israfel run past the “Man-Cave!” that her girlfriend jokingly called the place where Cait watched horror movies and ate her triple anchovy, jalapeno, and pineapple pizzas, just to spare her the stench, the changeling just shook her head in amusement. “Fascinating,” she whispered.
Best as Cait could figure out, Tia had something to discuss with Israfel when Mom and Daughter got back together again. And Big Momma was not about to give up the secret! Trying not to giggle was pointless, and since it called her breasts to fill out the dark purple and neon-green nightshirt like a pair of balloons attached to her lungs like air tanks, it was not only fun but funny. Already sporting a pair of EEs just mean that her girls were now torpedo-sized watermelons within the tightening confines of the nightshirt, while the neon-orange lettering, “Like to see them BIGGER?” became seriously distorted. Running past the door again, Israfel couldn’t help but to stop for a few heartbeats and glance at Cait and her lap-full of snuggle-bags. Feeling impish and turned on, Cait wiggled her eyebrows and Israfel giggled, causing her own perky breasts to swell a bit too.
“Ye ok there, darlin?” Cait asked after a moment of those expressive emerald eyes staring at the growing assets on her girlfriend. “Ye have been up ta this fer …. A while.”
Puckering her kissable lips … gawd, Cait loved that! … Israfel blew out the trapped air in her girls to deflate back down within the matching dark purple and neon-green shirt, though this one had the cartoon bomb on the front and over her expansive heart Cait couldn’t help but notice. “I’m fine, honey,” Israfel replied simply. “Mom said that she had a surprise for me when she got here. They are arriving tonight.”
Her feline ears perked through the red fan of hair as Cait caught this little tidbit of information, something that the Bond didn’t allow her to disclose. She’s getting’ good at this! The changeling thought before blushing and noticing that Israfel picked up on that pretty quick.
Israfel, also known as Taffy to her friends and family, impishly smiled back with that crooked and charming smile of hers. “Our bond works, honey,” Taffy teased, making Cait sit up on the leather couch. The leather couch rumbled lightly, making both gals pause for a moment, before a voice commanded, “If y’all would just go into the bedroom, ah could get some sleep!” Both smirked and Cait slide off of the couch, wiggling her tight backside and long legs with the flexing of muscles and the feline graceful movements. “Sorry, Maya … ,” Cait replied to the formerly slumbering Mimic. “We’ll go.”
Nodding as well, Taffy tried not to giggle a bit herself, but her own inflationary quirk called those little funbags to blow up. “Sleep well, Maya,” the copper top replied before the lovebirds stepped out of the room, leaving Maya the Mimic to mumble something about horny girls, making the girlfriends smile with flushed faces. Before Cait could say anything, Taffy silenced her with a kiss. “Let’s go upstairs to my room, honey. That’ll allow Maya to sleep.”
Giving the copper top her best crooked and charming smirk, Cait followed, her powerful bare feet allowing her to keep up with the giggling and growing Israfel. Reaching the top of the stairs to the resident floor where Taffy’s room was, Cait followed the bouncing boobies and bloated backside, trying not to read too much into this. Her girlfriend had picked up Cait’s quirk after they were bonded together, and life had been plenty more fun. “Or was it my quirk and you copied mine, honey?” Taffy teased back, her smile matching Cait’s before they stepped inside the bedroom and the door closed.
“Which came first, the mimic or the spore, darlin’?” Caitlynn asked as she paused at the door, savoring the strolling strut of her gorgeous gal showing off for her, making that changeling blood within bubble. Being a changeling from “The Flip Side!” as Taffy called her sword and sorcery realm, Cait had discovered that she was part demon and park Bremlin, the species of the Princess, which made Cait retch. Ah dinnae have the pointed ears like those balloon bitches! Thought Cait back, her normally emerald eyes changing to an ugly glowing red … The Dark Goddess has much to answer fer!
“Indeed, she does, honey,” Israfel replied back as the copper top turned back around to look longingly at Caitlynn. “But, that’s not a today story.”
Caitlynn frowned. “Wot? When is it?” the changeling asked as her eyes changed back to the alluring emerald.
Taffy smiled wonderfully, just melting the changeling’s heart, before Taffy pulled her dainty hands out from behind her, having been using her inflated girls to keep Cait distracted long enough. Her dainty hands came around to those inflated breasts and Taffy held out a black box.
Caitlynn blinked a few times, those expressive eyes narrowing. “Wot’s that?” the changeling asked.
“My promise to you when we got back from your world and made our home here in my Crossroads, honey,” Taffy replied merrily.
To BE Continued!
Coffee With The Princess!
Posted 2 years agoCoffee With The Princess!
"Bitches Get Stitches!"
**Giggles!**
I'm back, y'all! Another session of my maddening missives! ❤️
Last Sunday, I had needed some time to recover from a poorly done tabletop game on my part, which I still believe I could have handled better. While chatting with friends and having my best friend, FaeBlimpDrgn , checking up on me ... got to laugh right along with me about my Anime Collection being outdated and worthless since places like YouTube shows off most of the classic anime that I love for free. Now, I just googled the Wikipedia info about this show I'm about to talk about ... Dangioh ... which was a favorite of mine next to Bubblegum Crisis and Urusei Yatsura. Known as Hyper Combat Unit Dangioh or Giant Planet Destroyer Dangioh, depending on where you are looking, it was one of the many VHS tapes I had that got ruined thanks to a bad VCR, probably overused and thoroughly abused. The bad guy in this, the Bunker ... Captain Galimos ... had this little creature who I used for a character of mine for the tabletop gaming group's "Silver Age Sentinels!" called Catatonia, a supposedly mute gal who's voice could only sing ... and her voice could ensorcel others, guys and gals alike ... and the only way she can communicate her thoughts is through "The Imp", a small creature with bird-like feet and ran back and forth while perched on her shoulder, cackling, giggling, and being a typical character from anime ... annoying. Anyways, the Bionic Forearm told me after I played her for a while that if I ran that character again, he would not show up to the game. I get it, so I haven't since I promised. And yet ... I still love the character. ❤️
So, I got to watch on YouTube this first episode and all of this came back to me ... and, since my operation, I have felt like my poor brain's been damaged and there is so much I have forgotten, but as Doc's commented, you are getting older and the brain only holds so much. He promised me that according to the cat-scan of my brain, I'm good. Small comfort, I suppose, especially when there are times like with the previous journal earlier I have to question that statement. ❤️
A friend of order this for me because he heard me talking about it at the Firm and said that he would pick it up off of eBay and get it to me. Well, last night, he dropped it off and I got to check it out. Seems like on the wrapper, something that my friend missed, was a piece tag of $34.95. He told me when I called him to thank him after I settled down ... he knew I'd had a bad day ... he candidly said he's paid almost $45 for it. Now, while I appreciate what people do for me, why wouldn't the seller take the tag off? I pointed this out to my friend and he shrugged and said that he would e-mail the guy to ask about it. That was last night and probably will not be answered any time soon, but my friend is unconcerned. But I am. To me, there is something called "Integrity!" But, my friend missed it ... so he's willing to let it go. I should as well, but this is not the first time dealing with being screwed by an eBay seller.
Well, I'm going to break for breakfast. Mrs. M has paid for breakfast for the two of us, saying that she thinks we both need it. Gawd, yes! ❤️
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
"Bitches Get Stitches!"
**Giggles!**
I'm back, y'all! Another session of my maddening missives! ❤️
Last Sunday, I had needed some time to recover from a poorly done tabletop game on my part, which I still believe I could have handled better. While chatting with friends and having my best friend, FaeBlimpDrgn , checking up on me ... got to laugh right along with me about my Anime Collection being outdated and worthless since places like YouTube shows off most of the classic anime that I love for free. Now, I just googled the Wikipedia info about this show I'm about to talk about ... Dangioh ... which was a favorite of mine next to Bubblegum Crisis and Urusei Yatsura. Known as Hyper Combat Unit Dangioh or Giant Planet Destroyer Dangioh, depending on where you are looking, it was one of the many VHS tapes I had that got ruined thanks to a bad VCR, probably overused and thoroughly abused. The bad guy in this, the Bunker ... Captain Galimos ... had this little creature who I used for a character of mine for the tabletop gaming group's "Silver Age Sentinels!" called Catatonia, a supposedly mute gal who's voice could only sing ... and her voice could ensorcel others, guys and gals alike ... and the only way she can communicate her thoughts is through "The Imp", a small creature with bird-like feet and ran back and forth while perched on her shoulder, cackling, giggling, and being a typical character from anime ... annoying. Anyways, the Bionic Forearm told me after I played her for a while that if I ran that character again, he would not show up to the game. I get it, so I haven't since I promised. And yet ... I still love the character. ❤️
So, I got to watch on YouTube this first episode and all of this came back to me ... and, since my operation, I have felt like my poor brain's been damaged and there is so much I have forgotten, but as Doc's commented, you are getting older and the brain only holds so much. He promised me that according to the cat-scan of my brain, I'm good. Small comfort, I suppose, especially when there are times like with the previous journal earlier I have to question that statement. ❤️
A friend of order this for me because he heard me talking about it at the Firm and said that he would pick it up off of eBay and get it to me. Well, last night, he dropped it off and I got to check it out. Seems like on the wrapper, something that my friend missed, was a piece tag of $34.95. He told me when I called him to thank him after I settled down ... he knew I'd had a bad day ... he candidly said he's paid almost $45 for it. Now, while I appreciate what people do for me, why wouldn't the seller take the tag off? I pointed this out to my friend and he shrugged and said that he would e-mail the guy to ask about it. That was last night and probably will not be answered any time soon, but my friend is unconcerned. But I am. To me, there is something called "Integrity!" But, my friend missed it ... so he's willing to let it go. I should as well, but this is not the first time dealing with being screwed by an eBay seller.
Well, I'm going to break for breakfast. Mrs. M has paid for breakfast for the two of us, saying that she thinks we both need it. Gawd, yes! ❤️
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Coffee With The Princess!
Posted 2 years agoCoffee With The Princess!
Forgiveness Is Not For Others, But Yourself!
**The Princess giggles! wirth an exhaled sigh and a puff of cool steam!**
(By the way, DA said this is a 23minute read. Let me know if you agree or not!) ❤️
Good early morning, y'all! Please bear with me as I try to compose this. I have had another night of just about four hours of sleep and yet, It's shown me that I'm my own worst enemy. But, allow me to expand on my thoughts and illuminate you on what happened yesterday.
If you kept up with me or tried to yesterday, it seemed like I was all over the place, trying to keep on keeping on. Sorry. That's what happens when I get stressed and allowed to go nuts. Probably one of the reasons I have told people when they ask me my sexual preference, I say, "Uninterested." I have found over the years that it is safer for the rest of humanity that I stay alone and yet, I feel like all that is doing is further hurting me. When I feel like that, I stomp on my accelerator of life and go full throttle! If you remember Gatchaman from the 1970s, the version that Sandy Frank did called "Battle of the Planets!", it makes a bit more since with Tiny pushing the throttle stick forward and shouting, "Big ten!" or something like that. I'm probably wrong, but that's ok too. ❤️
Yesterday, I awoke after getting 10 minutes of less than ten hours of sleep. A couple or possibly three nights earlier, I awoke with my heart racing and feeling sick. Tuesday night, I reported to Doc's office through the my chart he's got that what happened. Now, if you have been reading my journals, not only blessings on high for you, but also you know I have an addictive nature and I'm obsessive, something that I never gave much thought about since we that grew up back in the 1970s and 1980s never thought about. Plus, my poor folks felt like they had enough nightmares with my Big Sister who was truly "Hell on Wheels!" and often described me as "The K-Mart Blue Light Special that should be returned!" Gang, this is old history and something I have looked upon like being called a few years back "The Heir Apparent to the Inflationist Kingdom!" or something along those lines. I just laugh, smile very wicked and quietly say, "You ain't seen nothing yet!" As my Aunt Sara and Uncle Vincent said to me as I was growing up, "Good for you, honey!" and "Remember, the small minded attack what they cannot hope to understand!" ❤️
Ok, let me get back on track with explaining yesterday better since you are not plugged into my brain ... at least I hope not! An ex a while ago said I was like a mixture of Beetlejuice and the Mask. "Somebody stop me!" ❤️
I got to work later than I normally do, but still long before the rest of the staff since they are mortal and I'm not ... they see the emails I send out about friendly reminders and the time stamp's revealed those early hours. The Big Boss just shrugs and smiles, since he's such a wonderful guy. Another Boss ... remember, being the low gal on the totem pole means I have to support the base and keep the rest of them straight ... came in and it was supposed to be the Breakfast Club day. I thought that if it was his turn as the original calendar said, then something was wrong, for it was two weeks ago or so that he brought in breakfast, so he shouldn't have to do it. So, I went about my morning. One of the newer Office Bunnies, a ver nice gal, had asked me if I could pick her up from the mechanic since her car needed an oil change. I smiled and said, "Just let me know when, honey!" and went about to create chaos and mayhem for the staff, much to their amusement. It's also no secret that I talk to myself and it's undoubtedly been mentioned to the bosses who shrug and say, "If she starts turning green after the eyes change colors, call FEMA!" But, I was happy. I was teasingly told earlier this week that someone mentioned seeing me dance around the office on the security cameras and that it was said quietly to leave me alone. This crew is like family ... and who loves tormenting you more than family? I just shrugged and kept on going.
Big John, my best friend here at the Firm, came up and mentioned that the Breakfast Club members were assembling like angry Avengers or the Hulk at the table, looking for Mr. Jarvis or Tony Stark to get breakfast. I replied, "The person who was getting it is probably late. Whose turn is it?" He pointed towards the before mentioned boss who I thought had done so earlier ... and I mentioned that to which Big John shrugged. "Can you help?" Can I? Sure. That's what the Firm pays me the big money for! So, we went in together to the Boss's office, where he was slammed with work and dealing with an early morning conference call. I knew better not to say anything, but Big John took the lead and told him what was going on. The Boss blushed and handed me his card to go get breakfast. I told him that it would be Chic-Fi-A and after I picked up the gal I promised from the mechanic. His eyes looked like they glazed over ... y'know I talk too much, right? ... so I just smiled and went, "Yes, Master. I'll go get brains for you. Some abby-normal brains!" and hobbled out. My left leg was hurting as was the partially amputated corresponding foot ... yes, I'm foreshadowing here some irony. Stand by. But I left and got back to handling things.
The gal was already at the mechanic's place when I got there and I picked her up and took her back to the office, which she couldn't thank me enough. I just blushed since she is adorably cute and so nice, but she's like half my age, so ... y'know? I get back and told her what I was doing. "Why didn't you say something, ma'am? I can help!" Well, it's because I work for a living was on ,my tongue and yet I swallowed it as she looked at me with such concern. I smiled. "I got this, honey. Go and keep me posted when you need a ride back." She smiled, nodded, and I went to Chic-Fi-A. This is the same place where I had my diabetic crash back in 2020, which had been happening before the operation ... and, since the Witch Doctor got me hating doctors ... I choose poorly to ignore that, friends, and others who said something later ... especially after the operation ... but this was my way of paying back the place that helped me. Their customers saw me pass out behind the wheel as I threw it into park to keep from hurting people. Gawd, I was told when the EMTs got there, I was slapping my face and crying hysterically! My glucose levels were 20 at that moment and one guy said, "My God!" I thanked everyone who was within earshot that day and yesterday, as I often do, I thanked Chic-Fil-A. I know they get a bad rap with the LGBTQ community since they are told that this company hates them. I'm telling you that in my opinion, you are misinformed. But, you must choose accordingly. The people working there got my order done fast while I had taken a pitstop to walk out the stiffness in my left leg and heed the call of nature. I noticed the "Gender Neutral" signs for the bathrooms to which I was reminded by a boss at the Firm that this was being put up and more common these days. Ok. Ifr the client wants it, so be it! Nevertheless, places that don't, from what I have been told, often get into trouble with others. I hate that, but ... all I do is say, "Sorry!" like we used to and try to move on. More irony by the way ... stand by since the Princess is on an inflated roll here! ❤️
Normally,Big T, the fellow boss ... remember, everyone is boss to me these days at the Firm and it's a running joke ... gives me grief for forgetting the Chic-fi-a cause since people used to whine about it. I would sigh back then and tell them that COVID had caused disruptions on the supply chain ... well, because I am often the supply chain and am asked to handle them as I do my work for the Firm ... and people need someone like me to tease ... so, when I would ask for it, they would give me what they thought would make me happy. There's something called "Surachi-Crotchie Sauce!" as I annoyedly think about it in my head ... a dark green sauce that looks unappealing that they gave me some packages of a few times back then and we have gotten over the last couple of years to where I went to Kroger and bought three big bottles of Chic-oil-a cause and hide them throughout the Firm so I don't have to be asked for this stuff again ... and, wait for it ... No one uses it! ❤️
Now to be fair, nothing was said when I got breakfast back to the Firm before 9 am, yet one cute guy teased me by saying, "You got us brunch?" I just laughed since I needed that. ❤️
So, I went back to my office and started working again ... having breakfast and I think chatting with people. My leg was starting to unknot and stop hurting when I remembered that our guys in Survey needed a plot picked up from the Health Department and that Ms. T, who used to work here ... this is to also see if people remember her from my 2008-2010 journals since she proved to me she's a good friend ...had texted me and told me yesterday evening that the thing was signed, a multi-million dollar thing that they needed over at Interchange as quick as I could. I told her I would get that in the morning ... well ... my brain snapped and I chided myself for forgetting and ran through the Firm like the She-Thing from Marvel's Fantastic Four in the 1990s, scaring clients and employees a like. "She can move that fast?" one person asked Big John, who told her the "Bill Bixby Joke!" Only you seventies gang will understand this joke without googling it. See, for you youngsters ... we didn't have google as a kid, no ... we learned from old people like I am now. ❤️
Anyways, I'm off like Hurricane Irma and into the car, heading to the Health Department. Ms. T was there, gracious as always, and just about laughing since she had just asked off I had stopped by. "You didn't hear her," her co-worker joked. "So, no." Then I showed up, proving that Gawd does have a sense of humor and he follows me on Deviant Art! ❤️
I get the document after catching my breath and spending some time with my friends, mentioning to Ms. T that Ms. S in marketing had basically given me a blessing to go forth onto Savannah and create chaos and mayhem. She just shook her head. And off I went again. Now, when I drive, I'm in a company vehicle, driving usually carefully since it's not mine and there are others out there who might get hurt if I'm stupid ... irony again ... but I'm listening to the iTunes off of the phone and I have my iWatch plugged into that so I can talk and not hold the iPhone. In GA, it's against the law and a hefty fine if you get caught. The joke is the only time I'm not talking is sleeping and my Big Sister's kids have told others that I do talk in my sleep. Shocking, right? Nevertheless. I'm off to save the day! I get to Interchange, drop off the document, text the bosses in Survey that it's been delivered and I go downtown to run errands for the bosses, which I get a lot of money for. Yes, I said it! But, I'm rolling, being nice, and waving to people, letting them cross or go first to allow myself to keep an eye on what's happening. That's when my left leg stiffens again and my "missing toes!" the nerves there fired in what's called "Phantom Pain!" which is a misnomer, y'all. If it was truly phantom, would I not feel it? Sort of like asking if a tree falls in a forest, does it make a sound? The pain gets bad enough that I stop by my favorite Savannah Park, Forsythe Park, and get out after securing the car, and go and walk it out. Being a good employee, I told Mrs. M what was going on and she said, "We call if needed!" So I went to the rose garden that was used as a reference with Israfel and Sandra, artwork done by kecomaster back when, since it was a favorite place of Mom's when she was alive. I go int there, chat with people, and just have a great time when I notice two artists painting, so I go over and chat. In the course of chatting, I said what brought me here this morning was my left leg hurting and my left foot bothering me, so these ladies invited me to sit with them and enhance their day. After a while, I got up, feeling a bit guilty in taking their time and too much company time, when I almost bump into this brat ... not sure who or what he was outside of calling him a brat ... but, he said snidely, "You probably told them about your foot to get sympathy."
I'll pause here to let y'all guess what's going to happen next. If you guess correctly, I will send you $100, but only if you promise that you have not heard this story before. ❤️
My narrowing eyes changed color and I plopped down on a bench, fighting mad, "Excuse me? Would you like for me to pull off my shoe and make you feel like the ass-hat you are showing us you are today?" Well, off came the left shoe ... since I wear closed shoes because some people get uncomfortable with the amputation, especially some of the Office Bunnies ... which one gal came into my office and apologized a while back about being ashamed and insulting ... to which I wasn't sure what she meant, but I told her that an apology with me wipes the slate clean. This creep glanced down at my black sock and I asked, "Need that off or does the shape convince you?" and I started to take off the sock before noticing he was gone by a fart in a diving helmet! Mad, steam out the ears, and just angry, I got up, sighed and tried to focus. So, I left before I made myself the ass-hat that I accused him of being. That is when some bikers got to Forsythe's crossing area and none of them had hit the flashers there at the walk to tell drivers ... who often fly through this zone at more than 25 MPH, which is why the city gave the Firm the contract to design these things, especially with me biking back then and teased by a boss, "I hope you are using those, honey. That would look bad on us." I agreed and have always tried to use them. Anyways, I called out to them to let me trigger the flashers and then saw that there was no cars coming at the moment to which I joked, "Hey, I'll cross and be the speed bump as needed!" That got thanks and laughter from them and I also finished crossing. That was went I looked up to see a gal with carrot-colored hair crossing and she made me think of my Kait, though mine had alburn hair, a darker red ... anyways, this car came closer to her than I would have liked and ... y'all I was terrified that this foolish driver did not see her! So I shouted. Remember in 2012 when President Obama beat out Mitt Romney for president? I got rear-ended by this guy who could barely walk because I stopped for a gal at a crosswalk who could not make up her mind if she was crossing or not. But she lingered around to see if she could say something to the police. At least until I pointed her out and told the officer that she saw what happened and she took off. I'm not sure if the officer checked with her, but in Georgia, a rear-ending is automatically the fault of the person behind you ... and I had my bell run badly, but managed to keep on going because I'm a tough old gal. Now almost 11 years later, I get to watch this almost happen again ... and seeing"Kait" in danger just caused me to snap! But, the gal after getting to safety said that she was ok and we went on our separate ways. Shaken still, I was sitting in the car, pulling myself together for a few minutes before pulling onto the street and going back towards the Firm. Mrs. M called and asked id I could pick up lunch for her and offered to pay for mine, but I told her that I had lost my appetite and probably was going to chill af=t the Firm when I got back. Getting luncn and getting back, I did just that.
Ok, I need to stake a station break, which means I have to do commercials and pay bills ... old DJ joke there, gang ... but I'll be right back before you know it. ❤️
Ok, returning to the chaos and mayhem I promised. So, I'm back, having cold water and a Jack Link's barbecued meat stick for lunch when I realize that I have other things that need to be done. Good time to do them when no one is around, so I get started. The time gets away from me and I realize that the gal who I picked up from the mechanic is standing in the doorway. "Hiya, ma'am! They called me and said it was ready." I glanced at the Alien clock which had flashed 1 pm, lighting up like the Nostromo exploding ... and I asked stupidly, "Where di the time go, honey?" She giggled cutely, making me blush and I told her to wait for me and I would gather up my stuff. Now, here's where Gawd's sense of humor pops in. She goes up front and waits on me while I run through the Firm again, feet banging heavily against the floor which the people downstairs tells the building manager that they hate and she reports that to me or someone else ... and no one seems to care. Though when I'm told, it's just through laughter. Go figure, eh? Anyways, I get my gear and stuff together and meet her up front to where she tells me she just got there and was waiting for me. Blushing again, I just smiled and off we went ...
So, when we got to the traffic light at the end of the street, I was about to make a left hand turn to which I thought I had the right of way at the moment, when this little sports coup blows up behind me, startles the Devil out of me, pisses me off, and causes me to Wolverine-Hulk Rage Attack! Blowing smoke out of my nose I stomp on the acelerator and this little For Focus, heeding my command, blasts forward, scaring my poor passenger badly. "You Sumbitch! Get back here!" I think I said when I went after this boil on the butt of humanity and I had the surgical tool to lance it. Whomever it is takes off, but I remember a white sports coupe with one of those soft blue liecenece tag things over the tag ... I remember thinking that it was odd, sort of like the hanging CD that was supposed to deflect radar signals from speed guns. Anyone remember those things? I do from my various travels through the 1980s and all the way to driving for the Firm. Always, sanity snaps back as I notice the gal looking concerned and embarrassment washes over me. So, for the next mile and all the way to the mechanic's shop, I'm stumble-bunnying all over a series of apologies. Now, this gal is classy ... for she tells me not to worry about it, but I cannot for the moment. So I drop her off and go do my errands. Parking, I sat there for a few minutes with my hands shaking ... I had gotten this mad for the first time in years, since the last time I got that mad was at the neighbors above me for parting, drinking, and smoking pot at all hours of the night ... and no one seeming to care that my sanity was slipping in the same manner that I used to say my Big Sister was slipping from doing too much alcohol and marijuana. Heck, a few people have joked ... and the Big Boss has heard the jokes, even from me, when some say that they can smell the lingering smoke off of my clothing when I come in after the neighbors had been baking themselves. But, here I was ... becoming the monster than I had so much thought I had chained up within me again. Gawd ... and I started to cry! I couldn't stop it. A few people, who knew me, saw me and came by to make sure I was ok and even a few called the Big Boss since most people who know me know the Hell I went through during 2018-2021. The Big Boss ... I haven't spoken to him yet, but I know it's coming. In the past, he's told people that if I had been smoking that crap as I call it, he knew that I would go and get drug tested since it was signed company policy. He trusted and still trusts me today. I called the office, asking for Mrs. W who's basically my supervisor and I confessed all. She had seen me after the Forsythe incident and knew from watching me heal, listening to me patiently over the past few years what I have gone through to get healed ... and she said, "It'll be ok." I did learn later that road rage is considered (in GA at least, probably elsewhere too) to be DUI, which means if I had caught the fool driving the white car, I could go to jail, be sued, and loose my job! Now, it's the law, y'all. If I had gone through all of that level of bad, I would have accepted my actions and taken my punishment as needed as deserved. "Leaders lead, honey!" Pop had said when I was busted for shoplifting back in 1970, caught by a friend of the family, but somehow Pop knew. The friend had known my folks ... everyone did on St. Simons Island and made me give my word I would never do that again. I did. And never shoplifted again. So, here's Mrs. W telling me it's going to be ok and it takes me a while to get things done and I go shopping for supplies. Just to stay out of the office and give humanity a break. I get all of this done ... and find out when I get back to the office that it's time to go home. Red-faced, pale, and brokenhearted ... guiltier than I have ever felt before ... and I just wave to my friends at work, who Big John texted me last night, saying, "You left without a word and people noticed. You ok?" I haven't responded yet ... I don't know exactly what to say.
But when I get home, I realize the car that just about rear ended me at the end of the street ... I know that CAR! Now, I'm not going to say anything about who it might be, but I think I know. Gawd as my witness, I hope I'm wrong! I don't need that confirmed because it will be light "Nightmare on My Street Part 13: The Bitch's Revenge!" Kait's laughing ... you can hear her! I called my good friend from the tabletop game and told him what happened. He was aghast! He knew something was up since I didn't check in with him, especially after what happened at the tabletop game last weekend, but to be fair to my friend, he's been dealing with a whole truckload of issues on his end. But, the moment I started talking, he was probably smiling. "She's going to talk for a while!" ❤️
And there we are, y'all! I'm not sure what else to say since I have said so much, bit DA's site is slowly lagging to keep up with my frantic typing and I know y'all could use a break. Gawd's got a sense of humor ... remember that, y'all. Because I know I'm his favorite star to watch! ❤️
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Forgiveness Is Not For Others, But Yourself!
**The Princess giggles! wirth an exhaled sigh and a puff of cool steam!**
(By the way, DA said this is a 23minute read. Let me know if you agree or not!) ❤️
Good early morning, y'all! Please bear with me as I try to compose this. I have had another night of just about four hours of sleep and yet, It's shown me that I'm my own worst enemy. But, allow me to expand on my thoughts and illuminate you on what happened yesterday.
If you kept up with me or tried to yesterday, it seemed like I was all over the place, trying to keep on keeping on. Sorry. That's what happens when I get stressed and allowed to go nuts. Probably one of the reasons I have told people when they ask me my sexual preference, I say, "Uninterested." I have found over the years that it is safer for the rest of humanity that I stay alone and yet, I feel like all that is doing is further hurting me. When I feel like that, I stomp on my accelerator of life and go full throttle! If you remember Gatchaman from the 1970s, the version that Sandy Frank did called "Battle of the Planets!", it makes a bit more since with Tiny pushing the throttle stick forward and shouting, "Big ten!" or something like that. I'm probably wrong, but that's ok too. ❤️
Yesterday, I awoke after getting 10 minutes of less than ten hours of sleep. A couple or possibly three nights earlier, I awoke with my heart racing and feeling sick. Tuesday night, I reported to Doc's office through the my chart he's got that what happened. Now, if you have been reading my journals, not only blessings on high for you, but also you know I have an addictive nature and I'm obsessive, something that I never gave much thought about since we that grew up back in the 1970s and 1980s never thought about. Plus, my poor folks felt like they had enough nightmares with my Big Sister who was truly "Hell on Wheels!" and often described me as "The K-Mart Blue Light Special that should be returned!" Gang, this is old history and something I have looked upon like being called a few years back "The Heir Apparent to the Inflationist Kingdom!" or something along those lines. I just laugh, smile very wicked and quietly say, "You ain't seen nothing yet!" As my Aunt Sara and Uncle Vincent said to me as I was growing up, "Good for you, honey!" and "Remember, the small minded attack what they cannot hope to understand!" ❤️
Ok, let me get back on track with explaining yesterday better since you are not plugged into my brain ... at least I hope not! An ex a while ago said I was like a mixture of Beetlejuice and the Mask. "Somebody stop me!" ❤️
I got to work later than I normally do, but still long before the rest of the staff since they are mortal and I'm not ... they see the emails I send out about friendly reminders and the time stamp's revealed those early hours. The Big Boss just shrugs and smiles, since he's such a wonderful guy. Another Boss ... remember, being the low gal on the totem pole means I have to support the base and keep the rest of them straight ... came in and it was supposed to be the Breakfast Club day. I thought that if it was his turn as the original calendar said, then something was wrong, for it was two weeks ago or so that he brought in breakfast, so he shouldn't have to do it. So, I went about my morning. One of the newer Office Bunnies, a ver nice gal, had asked me if I could pick her up from the mechanic since her car needed an oil change. I smiled and said, "Just let me know when, honey!" and went about to create chaos and mayhem for the staff, much to their amusement. It's also no secret that I talk to myself and it's undoubtedly been mentioned to the bosses who shrug and say, "If she starts turning green after the eyes change colors, call FEMA!" But, I was happy. I was teasingly told earlier this week that someone mentioned seeing me dance around the office on the security cameras and that it was said quietly to leave me alone. This crew is like family ... and who loves tormenting you more than family? I just shrugged and kept on going.
Big John, my best friend here at the Firm, came up and mentioned that the Breakfast Club members were assembling like angry Avengers or the Hulk at the table, looking for Mr. Jarvis or Tony Stark to get breakfast. I replied, "The person who was getting it is probably late. Whose turn is it?" He pointed towards the before mentioned boss who I thought had done so earlier ... and I mentioned that to which Big John shrugged. "Can you help?" Can I? Sure. That's what the Firm pays me the big money for! So, we went in together to the Boss's office, where he was slammed with work and dealing with an early morning conference call. I knew better not to say anything, but Big John took the lead and told him what was going on. The Boss blushed and handed me his card to go get breakfast. I told him that it would be Chic-Fi-A and after I picked up the gal I promised from the mechanic. His eyes looked like they glazed over ... y'know I talk too much, right? ... so I just smiled and went, "Yes, Master. I'll go get brains for you. Some abby-normal brains!" and hobbled out. My left leg was hurting as was the partially amputated corresponding foot ... yes, I'm foreshadowing here some irony. Stand by. But I left and got back to handling things.
The gal was already at the mechanic's place when I got there and I picked her up and took her back to the office, which she couldn't thank me enough. I just blushed since she is adorably cute and so nice, but she's like half my age, so ... y'know? I get back and told her what I was doing. "Why didn't you say something, ma'am? I can help!" Well, it's because I work for a living was on ,my tongue and yet I swallowed it as she looked at me with such concern. I smiled. "I got this, honey. Go and keep me posted when you need a ride back." She smiled, nodded, and I went to Chic-Fi-A. This is the same place where I had my diabetic crash back in 2020, which had been happening before the operation ... and, since the Witch Doctor got me hating doctors ... I choose poorly to ignore that, friends, and others who said something later ... especially after the operation ... but this was my way of paying back the place that helped me. Their customers saw me pass out behind the wheel as I threw it into park to keep from hurting people. Gawd, I was told when the EMTs got there, I was slapping my face and crying hysterically! My glucose levels were 20 at that moment and one guy said, "My God!" I thanked everyone who was within earshot that day and yesterday, as I often do, I thanked Chic-Fil-A. I know they get a bad rap with the LGBTQ community since they are told that this company hates them. I'm telling you that in my opinion, you are misinformed. But, you must choose accordingly. The people working there got my order done fast while I had taken a pitstop to walk out the stiffness in my left leg and heed the call of nature. I noticed the "Gender Neutral" signs for the bathrooms to which I was reminded by a boss at the Firm that this was being put up and more common these days. Ok. Ifr the client wants it, so be it! Nevertheless, places that don't, from what I have been told, often get into trouble with others. I hate that, but ... all I do is say, "Sorry!" like we used to and try to move on. More irony by the way ... stand by since the Princess is on an inflated roll here! ❤️
Normally,Big T, the fellow boss ... remember, everyone is boss to me these days at the Firm and it's a running joke ... gives me grief for forgetting the Chic-fi-a cause since people used to whine about it. I would sigh back then and tell them that COVID had caused disruptions on the supply chain ... well, because I am often the supply chain and am asked to handle them as I do my work for the Firm ... and people need someone like me to tease ... so, when I would ask for it, they would give me what they thought would make me happy. There's something called "Surachi-Crotchie Sauce!" as I annoyedly think about it in my head ... a dark green sauce that looks unappealing that they gave me some packages of a few times back then and we have gotten over the last couple of years to where I went to Kroger and bought three big bottles of Chic-oil-a cause and hide them throughout the Firm so I don't have to be asked for this stuff again ... and, wait for it ... No one uses it! ❤️
Now to be fair, nothing was said when I got breakfast back to the Firm before 9 am, yet one cute guy teased me by saying, "You got us brunch?" I just laughed since I needed that. ❤️
So, I went back to my office and started working again ... having breakfast and I think chatting with people. My leg was starting to unknot and stop hurting when I remembered that our guys in Survey needed a plot picked up from the Health Department and that Ms. T, who used to work here ... this is to also see if people remember her from my 2008-2010 journals since she proved to me she's a good friend ...had texted me and told me yesterday evening that the thing was signed, a multi-million dollar thing that they needed over at Interchange as quick as I could. I told her I would get that in the morning ... well ... my brain snapped and I chided myself for forgetting and ran through the Firm like the She-Thing from Marvel's Fantastic Four in the 1990s, scaring clients and employees a like. "She can move that fast?" one person asked Big John, who told her the "Bill Bixby Joke!" Only you seventies gang will understand this joke without googling it. See, for you youngsters ... we didn't have google as a kid, no ... we learned from old people like I am now. ❤️
Anyways, I'm off like Hurricane Irma and into the car, heading to the Health Department. Ms. T was there, gracious as always, and just about laughing since she had just asked off I had stopped by. "You didn't hear her," her co-worker joked. "So, no." Then I showed up, proving that Gawd does have a sense of humor and he follows me on Deviant Art! ❤️
I get the document after catching my breath and spending some time with my friends, mentioning to Ms. T that Ms. S in marketing had basically given me a blessing to go forth onto Savannah and create chaos and mayhem. She just shook her head. And off I went again. Now, when I drive, I'm in a company vehicle, driving usually carefully since it's not mine and there are others out there who might get hurt if I'm stupid ... irony again ... but I'm listening to the iTunes off of the phone and I have my iWatch plugged into that so I can talk and not hold the iPhone. In GA, it's against the law and a hefty fine if you get caught. The joke is the only time I'm not talking is sleeping and my Big Sister's kids have told others that I do talk in my sleep. Shocking, right? Nevertheless. I'm off to save the day! I get to Interchange, drop off the document, text the bosses in Survey that it's been delivered and I go downtown to run errands for the bosses, which I get a lot of money for. Yes, I said it! But, I'm rolling, being nice, and waving to people, letting them cross or go first to allow myself to keep an eye on what's happening. That's when my left leg stiffens again and my "missing toes!" the nerves there fired in what's called "Phantom Pain!" which is a misnomer, y'all. If it was truly phantom, would I not feel it? Sort of like asking if a tree falls in a forest, does it make a sound? The pain gets bad enough that I stop by my favorite Savannah Park, Forsythe Park, and get out after securing the car, and go and walk it out. Being a good employee, I told Mrs. M what was going on and she said, "We call if needed!" So I went to the rose garden that was used as a reference with Israfel and Sandra, artwork done by kecomaster back when, since it was a favorite place of Mom's when she was alive. I go int there, chat with people, and just have a great time when I notice two artists painting, so I go over and chat. In the course of chatting, I said what brought me here this morning was my left leg hurting and my left foot bothering me, so these ladies invited me to sit with them and enhance their day. After a while, I got up, feeling a bit guilty in taking their time and too much company time, when I almost bump into this brat ... not sure who or what he was outside of calling him a brat ... but, he said snidely, "You probably told them about your foot to get sympathy."
I'll pause here to let y'all guess what's going to happen next. If you guess correctly, I will send you $100, but only if you promise that you have not heard this story before. ❤️
My narrowing eyes changed color and I plopped down on a bench, fighting mad, "Excuse me? Would you like for me to pull off my shoe and make you feel like the ass-hat you are showing us you are today?" Well, off came the left shoe ... since I wear closed shoes because some people get uncomfortable with the amputation, especially some of the Office Bunnies ... which one gal came into my office and apologized a while back about being ashamed and insulting ... to which I wasn't sure what she meant, but I told her that an apology with me wipes the slate clean. This creep glanced down at my black sock and I asked, "Need that off or does the shape convince you?" and I started to take off the sock before noticing he was gone by a fart in a diving helmet! Mad, steam out the ears, and just angry, I got up, sighed and tried to focus. So, I left before I made myself the ass-hat that I accused him of being. That is when some bikers got to Forsythe's crossing area and none of them had hit the flashers there at the walk to tell drivers ... who often fly through this zone at more than 25 MPH, which is why the city gave the Firm the contract to design these things, especially with me biking back then and teased by a boss, "I hope you are using those, honey. That would look bad on us." I agreed and have always tried to use them. Anyways, I called out to them to let me trigger the flashers and then saw that there was no cars coming at the moment to which I joked, "Hey, I'll cross and be the speed bump as needed!" That got thanks and laughter from them and I also finished crossing. That was went I looked up to see a gal with carrot-colored hair crossing and she made me think of my Kait, though mine had alburn hair, a darker red ... anyways, this car came closer to her than I would have liked and ... y'all I was terrified that this foolish driver did not see her! So I shouted. Remember in 2012 when President Obama beat out Mitt Romney for president? I got rear-ended by this guy who could barely walk because I stopped for a gal at a crosswalk who could not make up her mind if she was crossing or not. But she lingered around to see if she could say something to the police. At least until I pointed her out and told the officer that she saw what happened and she took off. I'm not sure if the officer checked with her, but in Georgia, a rear-ending is automatically the fault of the person behind you ... and I had my bell run badly, but managed to keep on going because I'm a tough old gal. Now almost 11 years later, I get to watch this almost happen again ... and seeing"Kait" in danger just caused me to snap! But, the gal after getting to safety said that she was ok and we went on our separate ways. Shaken still, I was sitting in the car, pulling myself together for a few minutes before pulling onto the street and going back towards the Firm. Mrs. M called and asked id I could pick up lunch for her and offered to pay for mine, but I told her that I had lost my appetite and probably was going to chill af=t the Firm when I got back. Getting luncn and getting back, I did just that.
Ok, I need to stake a station break, which means I have to do commercials and pay bills ... old DJ joke there, gang ... but I'll be right back before you know it. ❤️
Ok, returning to the chaos and mayhem I promised. So, I'm back, having cold water and a Jack Link's barbecued meat stick for lunch when I realize that I have other things that need to be done. Good time to do them when no one is around, so I get started. The time gets away from me and I realize that the gal who I picked up from the mechanic is standing in the doorway. "Hiya, ma'am! They called me and said it was ready." I glanced at the Alien clock which had flashed 1 pm, lighting up like the Nostromo exploding ... and I asked stupidly, "Where di the time go, honey?" She giggled cutely, making me blush and I told her to wait for me and I would gather up my stuff. Now, here's where Gawd's sense of humor pops in. She goes up front and waits on me while I run through the Firm again, feet banging heavily against the floor which the people downstairs tells the building manager that they hate and she reports that to me or someone else ... and no one seems to care. Though when I'm told, it's just through laughter. Go figure, eh? Anyways, I get my gear and stuff together and meet her up front to where she tells me she just got there and was waiting for me. Blushing again, I just smiled and off we went ...
So, when we got to the traffic light at the end of the street, I was about to make a left hand turn to which I thought I had the right of way at the moment, when this little sports coup blows up behind me, startles the Devil out of me, pisses me off, and causes me to Wolverine-Hulk Rage Attack! Blowing smoke out of my nose I stomp on the acelerator and this little For Focus, heeding my command, blasts forward, scaring my poor passenger badly. "You Sumbitch! Get back here!" I think I said when I went after this boil on the butt of humanity and I had the surgical tool to lance it. Whomever it is takes off, but I remember a white sports coupe with one of those soft blue liecenece tag things over the tag ... I remember thinking that it was odd, sort of like the hanging CD that was supposed to deflect radar signals from speed guns. Anyone remember those things? I do from my various travels through the 1980s and all the way to driving for the Firm. Always, sanity snaps back as I notice the gal looking concerned and embarrassment washes over me. So, for the next mile and all the way to the mechanic's shop, I'm stumble-bunnying all over a series of apologies. Now, this gal is classy ... for she tells me not to worry about it, but I cannot for the moment. So I drop her off and go do my errands. Parking, I sat there for a few minutes with my hands shaking ... I had gotten this mad for the first time in years, since the last time I got that mad was at the neighbors above me for parting, drinking, and smoking pot at all hours of the night ... and no one seeming to care that my sanity was slipping in the same manner that I used to say my Big Sister was slipping from doing too much alcohol and marijuana. Heck, a few people have joked ... and the Big Boss has heard the jokes, even from me, when some say that they can smell the lingering smoke off of my clothing when I come in after the neighbors had been baking themselves. But, here I was ... becoming the monster than I had so much thought I had chained up within me again. Gawd ... and I started to cry! I couldn't stop it. A few people, who knew me, saw me and came by to make sure I was ok and even a few called the Big Boss since most people who know me know the Hell I went through during 2018-2021. The Big Boss ... I haven't spoken to him yet, but I know it's coming. In the past, he's told people that if I had been smoking that crap as I call it, he knew that I would go and get drug tested since it was signed company policy. He trusted and still trusts me today. I called the office, asking for Mrs. W who's basically my supervisor and I confessed all. She had seen me after the Forsythe incident and knew from watching me heal, listening to me patiently over the past few years what I have gone through to get healed ... and she said, "It'll be ok." I did learn later that road rage is considered (in GA at least, probably elsewhere too) to be DUI, which means if I had caught the fool driving the white car, I could go to jail, be sued, and loose my job! Now, it's the law, y'all. If I had gone through all of that level of bad, I would have accepted my actions and taken my punishment as needed as deserved. "Leaders lead, honey!" Pop had said when I was busted for shoplifting back in 1970, caught by a friend of the family, but somehow Pop knew. The friend had known my folks ... everyone did on St. Simons Island and made me give my word I would never do that again. I did. And never shoplifted again. So, here's Mrs. W telling me it's going to be ok and it takes me a while to get things done and I go shopping for supplies. Just to stay out of the office and give humanity a break. I get all of this done ... and find out when I get back to the office that it's time to go home. Red-faced, pale, and brokenhearted ... guiltier than I have ever felt before ... and I just wave to my friends at work, who Big John texted me last night, saying, "You left without a word and people noticed. You ok?" I haven't responded yet ... I don't know exactly what to say.
But when I get home, I realize the car that just about rear ended me at the end of the street ... I know that CAR! Now, I'm not going to say anything about who it might be, but I think I know. Gawd as my witness, I hope I'm wrong! I don't need that confirmed because it will be light "Nightmare on My Street Part 13: The Bitch's Revenge!" Kait's laughing ... you can hear her! I called my good friend from the tabletop game and told him what happened. He was aghast! He knew something was up since I didn't check in with him, especially after what happened at the tabletop game last weekend, but to be fair to my friend, he's been dealing with a whole truckload of issues on his end. But, the moment I started talking, he was probably smiling. "She's going to talk for a while!" ❤️
And there we are, y'all! I'm not sure what else to say since I have said so much, bit DA's site is slowly lagging to keep up with my frantic typing and I know y'all could use a break. Gawd's got a sense of humor ... remember that, y'all. Because I know I'm his favorite star to watch! ❤️
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Coffee With The Princess!
Posted 2 years agoCoffee With The Princess!
Some-body Stop Me, Y'All!
**The Princess giggles! merrily and happily this morning!**
Good morning, y'all! I want to take a moment and thank my friends, Mr. Scott, his wife, and his daughter, also known as the Dark Druid from the Saturday Night Tabletop Game. They called on the speaker phone to check up on me since they hadn't heard from me in about a week. "We get nervous when we haven't seen your name in the newspaper!" Mr. Scott said with that warm smile I'm sure and it made his family and myself laugh right along with him.
Y'know, this weekend was a bit of hidden discovery, especially with the fact that my apartment is pretty much like the Halls of the Dwarven King from the Hobbit. Stacks and stack of stuff! In the little side-closet in the less than three foot long hallway, inside my lavish 550 square foot apartment that I pay a hefty rent to the people who cannot seem to keep the place running and probably doesn't give a damn either. Always, I found with the comic books, a ton of saved SCAD (Savannah College of Art and Design) work that I will be trying to scan in and save to the studio's hard-drive with the thrilled approval of the Big Boss here at the Firm. "You worked hard and paid a lot of money to go there, honey. You need to save it, trust me on that," he said and I thanked him as always, being such a nice and supportive person.
Back in the days of SCAD, they were not a nice gathering of people, both administration and students. Professors didn't want to teach most of the classes, the students were tired and/or high, and I was a caffeine fueled "Hell on wheels!" as one of my friends said. Gang, I was also not a nice person back then either. The school was far more expensive than they led on (No surprise, righ?) and I had to often work two, sometimes thre, jobs just to make ends meet. And I did not live on campus. Pop helped me get a trailer, which at the time was still pretty nice, and rent for that was less than $100 a month, but the payments for the trailer was not cheap, but better than the financing would be these days I sure. "White trash!" is what I was called by a few of the fellow classmates and I just stayed silent for the first three years, wanting to get out of there and be successful. Best revenge, right? Well, as the fifth year started and I was no where near graduating with a two major program of Sequential Art and Computer Animation, I had reaffirmed just how much the place sucked. If y'all went to SCAD back in the 1990s, you know ... if you have read my journals from 2007 and on, you know. Let's put it like this: being this poorly run takes hard work. And I was exhausted! In a lot of my classes, because I was working long shifts, especially the night audit for a few hotels in the area, I fell asleep in my classes. My assignments were pathetic, truth being told. And I pretty much ended up wasting people's time and my money. But, I wanted to go to SCAD, mainly to get out of my parents's house and start my life ...
Sidebar for those who might be doing the math. This was after Kait's passing. As Stan Lee said, "'Nuff said!" By the way, I think I missed a chance to see Stan Lee back then when he came to SCAD, though I think someone was messing with me since I was working so much. A joke I can laugh about now ... back then, not so much.
Anyways, I got my senior portfolio scanned in, some of the pieces y'all have seen before, so when I post them, you will probably say, "Seen it." But this is me trying to save what's left of my mind, my sanity, and make my friends laugh. Let me go ahead and thank y'all for reading this insane missive this morning. This is me putting the past into perspective and trying to just live and learn from it, but ... it's still a sore spot with me. Mainly because SCAD had a rule that I didn't learn about until my portfolio review: "Any work that you do on our machines is property of SCAD!" In a rare display of rage, Mom said, "Oh, yeah?" and called the family lawyer. Now, he said that he would have to get in touch with SCAD and see how this worked, but as he told Mom, "This is what y'all pay me for!" So he called. He told me when conflict happens with SCAD, be sure just to smile and say, "See you in court." and leave. I asked, "Because it's classy and professional?" He laughed and said, "Hell no! You are your parent's daughter. It's for their safety." Telling the SCAD new over Garfield's Italian Food, my friends laughed and Ase added, "I got you when you need to be bailed out of jail."
Ok ... the boss came in and asked me if I could stop by his office before I went out to work for him today, wanting his F150 truck cleaned and fueled up for clients who are being flown in later today. "Just a little Go-Go Juice, honey," he said with his Burt Reynolds voice.
Later ... and BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Some-body Stop Me, Y'All!
**The Princess giggles! merrily and happily this morning!**
Good morning, y'all! I want to take a moment and thank my friends, Mr. Scott, his wife, and his daughter, also known as the Dark Druid from the Saturday Night Tabletop Game. They called on the speaker phone to check up on me since they hadn't heard from me in about a week. "We get nervous when we haven't seen your name in the newspaper!" Mr. Scott said with that warm smile I'm sure and it made his family and myself laugh right along with him.
Y'know, this weekend was a bit of hidden discovery, especially with the fact that my apartment is pretty much like the Halls of the Dwarven King from the Hobbit. Stacks and stack of stuff! In the little side-closet in the less than three foot long hallway, inside my lavish 550 square foot apartment that I pay a hefty rent to the people who cannot seem to keep the place running and probably doesn't give a damn either. Always, I found with the comic books, a ton of saved SCAD (Savannah College of Art and Design) work that I will be trying to scan in and save to the studio's hard-drive with the thrilled approval of the Big Boss here at the Firm. "You worked hard and paid a lot of money to go there, honey. You need to save it, trust me on that," he said and I thanked him as always, being such a nice and supportive person.
Back in the days of SCAD, they were not a nice gathering of people, both administration and students. Professors didn't want to teach most of the classes, the students were tired and/or high, and I was a caffeine fueled "Hell on wheels!" as one of my friends said. Gang, I was also not a nice person back then either. The school was far more expensive than they led on (No surprise, righ?) and I had to often work two, sometimes thre, jobs just to make ends meet. And I did not live on campus. Pop helped me get a trailer, which at the time was still pretty nice, and rent for that was less than $100 a month, but the payments for the trailer was not cheap, but better than the financing would be these days I sure. "White trash!" is what I was called by a few of the fellow classmates and I just stayed silent for the first three years, wanting to get out of there and be successful. Best revenge, right? Well, as the fifth year started and I was no where near graduating with a two major program of Sequential Art and Computer Animation, I had reaffirmed just how much the place sucked. If y'all went to SCAD back in the 1990s, you know ... if you have read my journals from 2007 and on, you know. Let's put it like this: being this poorly run takes hard work. And I was exhausted! In a lot of my classes, because I was working long shifts, especially the night audit for a few hotels in the area, I fell asleep in my classes. My assignments were pathetic, truth being told. And I pretty much ended up wasting people's time and my money. But, I wanted to go to SCAD, mainly to get out of my parents's house and start my life ...
Sidebar for those who might be doing the math. This was after Kait's passing. As Stan Lee said, "'Nuff said!" By the way, I think I missed a chance to see Stan Lee back then when he came to SCAD, though I think someone was messing with me since I was working so much. A joke I can laugh about now ... back then, not so much.
Anyways, I got my senior portfolio scanned in, some of the pieces y'all have seen before, so when I post them, you will probably say, "Seen it." But this is me trying to save what's left of my mind, my sanity, and make my friends laugh. Let me go ahead and thank y'all for reading this insane missive this morning. This is me putting the past into perspective and trying to just live and learn from it, but ... it's still a sore spot with me. Mainly because SCAD had a rule that I didn't learn about until my portfolio review: "Any work that you do on our machines is property of SCAD!" In a rare display of rage, Mom said, "Oh, yeah?" and called the family lawyer. Now, he said that he would have to get in touch with SCAD and see how this worked, but as he told Mom, "This is what y'all pay me for!" So he called. He told me when conflict happens with SCAD, be sure just to smile and say, "See you in court." and leave. I asked, "Because it's classy and professional?" He laughed and said, "Hell no! You are your parent's daughter. It's for their safety." Telling the SCAD new over Garfield's Italian Food, my friends laughed and Ase added, "I got you when you need to be bailed out of jail."
Ok ... the boss came in and asked me if I could stop by his office before I went out to work for him today, wanting his F150 truck cleaned and fueled up for clients who are being flown in later today. "Just a little Go-Go Juice, honey," he said with his Burt Reynolds voice.
Later ... and BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Coffee With The Princess!
Posted 2 years agoCoffee With The Princess!
An Unseen Compulsion!
(Originally written for Deviant Art, reposted here!)
**Giggles!**
At first, I thought this was one of my infamous "Ricochets!" that the Ozempic I take might have caused when I'm going lean on my diet. Because I had so much fun yesterday ... and a special thanks to Boogieman (The Lord of Nightmares!) and WakaMiyafuji for being there for me as they always have been through my fantastic life ... I went to bed last night around 7:30 pm and woke finally around midnight of today, May 1st! I started watching "Gargoyles!" again, something I had been doing through the weekend, dealing with the Bass Man's passing and remembering my good friend and gal-pal, Ase. Suprisingly, no tears as of yet, just good memories to honor my friends. May they rest well knowing they are not forgotten!
I also resumed writing of "Destiny's Daughters!" and there are a lot of thanks and also apologies to various people over the years who have encouraged me through either mocking and making fun of me or just simply smiling and dealing with my madness. I have been hard at it off and on through much of the night and I'm still riding high on the sheer delight of the writing. "In the Zone!" I think is what I used to call it. Mom had this too ... which makes me more her child now and forever, even though I was adopted. "K-Mart Bluelight Special!" is what my Big Sister said about me as a teenager and in a fit of rage that I no doubtfully provoked. Years later, I would bust her out at Mom and Pop's Memorial Service!
But, as I write this now and pause to walk around the ground floor of my apartment, a spacious 550 square feet at close to $1100/month here in the same apartment complex I have been in since 2005, but not the same apartment number. No, gentle friends. Read my journals, please. Or talk to either KakuEpsilon or FaeBlimpDrgn ... either will verify that I know. Nevertheless, this is me making sure I remember this since I will probably crash ... but, still go to work at 5 am, two hours from this moment.
What am I writing about? Ooo ... something I have been thinking about and never really putting to paper or even voicing until this morning. Dying. As Sam Kinison said in "Have you seen me lately?" I believe, "Death scares all of us ..." Perhaps me most of all. Mom and Pop never got to see what I became, but I do hope they are proud of me. But, I leave that to y'all to decide.
Moving back to the topic, Kaku's laughing at me as he shakes his head. Knowing how hard Fae works, probably asleep. But, here I go again. The story idea talks about integrity, something instilled upon me by my grandfather and further renewed again and again by Mom and Pop through the years. It's something that I had lost probably back in 2018 and yet was given back to through the example of the Bass Man's life. Ase, earlier mentioned, loved the Gargoyles and had said, "I think you and Goliath are carved from the same stone." Truly, I'm unworthy of such a compliment! However, accepting this for the moment to keep me focused, I shall endeavor to continue this arduous journal entry. I have relearned this lesson and then reminded that "Immortality" might be sought by all, but is it something that we truly understand? Me, not before this morning. Now I think I do. It is what you do with your life that gives you your place in history.
Through writing this story tonight, I have allowed Caitlynn Wildfire, the Mighty Changeling, and Israfel Vincent, The Impossible Girl, to hopefully further enchant people to what I have learned and what might make people think and discuss integrity ... "Is humanity truly worthy of life?"
Think on that, my friends!
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
An Unseen Compulsion!
(Originally written for Deviant Art, reposted here!)
**Giggles!**
At first, I thought this was one of my infamous "Ricochets!" that the Ozempic I take might have caused when I'm going lean on my diet. Because I had so much fun yesterday ... and a special thanks to Boogieman (The Lord of Nightmares!) and WakaMiyafuji for being there for me as they always have been through my fantastic life ... I went to bed last night around 7:30 pm and woke finally around midnight of today, May 1st! I started watching "Gargoyles!" again, something I had been doing through the weekend, dealing with the Bass Man's passing and remembering my good friend and gal-pal, Ase. Suprisingly, no tears as of yet, just good memories to honor my friends. May they rest well knowing they are not forgotten!
I also resumed writing of "Destiny's Daughters!" and there are a lot of thanks and also apologies to various people over the years who have encouraged me through either mocking and making fun of me or just simply smiling and dealing with my madness. I have been hard at it off and on through much of the night and I'm still riding high on the sheer delight of the writing. "In the Zone!" I think is what I used to call it. Mom had this too ... which makes me more her child now and forever, even though I was adopted. "K-Mart Bluelight Special!" is what my Big Sister said about me as a teenager and in a fit of rage that I no doubtfully provoked. Years later, I would bust her out at Mom and Pop's Memorial Service!
But, as I write this now and pause to walk around the ground floor of my apartment, a spacious 550 square feet at close to $1100/month here in the same apartment complex I have been in since 2005, but not the same apartment number. No, gentle friends. Read my journals, please. Or talk to either KakuEpsilon or FaeBlimpDrgn ... either will verify that I know. Nevertheless, this is me making sure I remember this since I will probably crash ... but, still go to work at 5 am, two hours from this moment.
What am I writing about? Ooo ... something I have been thinking about and never really putting to paper or even voicing until this morning. Dying. As Sam Kinison said in "Have you seen me lately?" I believe, "Death scares all of us ..." Perhaps me most of all. Mom and Pop never got to see what I became, but I do hope they are proud of me. But, I leave that to y'all to decide.
Moving back to the topic, Kaku's laughing at me as he shakes his head. Knowing how hard Fae works, probably asleep. But, here I go again. The story idea talks about integrity, something instilled upon me by my grandfather and further renewed again and again by Mom and Pop through the years. It's something that I had lost probably back in 2018 and yet was given back to through the example of the Bass Man's life. Ase, earlier mentioned, loved the Gargoyles and had said, "I think you and Goliath are carved from the same stone." Truly, I'm unworthy of such a compliment! However, accepting this for the moment to keep me focused, I shall endeavor to continue this arduous journal entry. I have relearned this lesson and then reminded that "Immortality" might be sought by all, but is it something that we truly understand? Me, not before this morning. Now I think I do. It is what you do with your life that gives you your place in history.
Through writing this story tonight, I have allowed Caitlynn Wildfire, the Mighty Changeling, and Israfel Vincent, The Impossible Girl, to hopefully further enchant people to what I have learned and what might make people think and discuss integrity ... "Is humanity truly worthy of life?"
Think on that, my friends!
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Coffee With The Princess!
Posted 2 years agoCoffee With the Princess!
Being A Good Person ...
Forgive my tears and mood this morning, y'all, but I finally allowed my tears to fall after the passing of the Bass Man, a beloved boss and a good friend on last Friday. Thursday, we had the private burial and then the memorial for him. He was the best! Back before I went into the hospital, he was always there for me, no matter how busy he was, willing to listen and to offer sage advice. After my amputation of a portion of my left foot with the four smaller toes, he would listen to me rant in rage at the people around me who were making it terrible to live at the apartment complex. They partied all night often enough, causing a lot of noise. Management here at this place would NOT do anything about it since they needed the money to keep things going.
This is the best example of a team effort on this wonderful man and others around me, y'all! One day, I snapped and went berserk in a rage that my beloved Kaitlynn was waiting for I'm sure! Oh, it was ugly like a Rolling Stones group photo and then displayed on a big 83 foot monitor for all here to see! And ... no one cared. I called the police and they came by, but did little. It would take several of my friends and this wonderful man to help me through all of this garbage and finally, the Big Boss, son of the original Big Boss, would sit me down and get me to vent and cry and complain. I finally wrote the apartment dwellers an apology letter, asking for understanding and forgiveness, but also a promise in the form of my word that they will NEVER have any more problems from me. I was so ashamed of my rage spilling over! But, it had been about three years of this sort of nightmare, something that Freddy Kruger would have fed on and grown to be truly the Lord of Nightmares!
Over the years, I had lost my way. My usually strong and unbreakable faith had been sundered terribly, a lot of it with the passing of my beloved Kait and all that later would stack up here and there like old news papers collecting would finally burst into flame with all of the rage I have stored up since August of 1991 and only had dealt with here and there over the decades. I never suspected that there was so much anger and hate in my heart, y'all! But, this groovy guy of a boss helped me realize that while I'm frighteningly flawed, brutally broken, and hugely humiliated, I was also humbled. It's taken so much out of me to be a better person. I'm still working on that project and I will up until I pass this mortal coil.
Thanks for reading this!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Being A Good Person ...
Forgive my tears and mood this morning, y'all, but I finally allowed my tears to fall after the passing of the Bass Man, a beloved boss and a good friend on last Friday. Thursday, we had the private burial and then the memorial for him. He was the best! Back before I went into the hospital, he was always there for me, no matter how busy he was, willing to listen and to offer sage advice. After my amputation of a portion of my left foot with the four smaller toes, he would listen to me rant in rage at the people around me who were making it terrible to live at the apartment complex. They partied all night often enough, causing a lot of noise. Management here at this place would NOT do anything about it since they needed the money to keep things going.
This is the best example of a team effort on this wonderful man and others around me, y'all! One day, I snapped and went berserk in a rage that my beloved Kaitlynn was waiting for I'm sure! Oh, it was ugly like a Rolling Stones group photo and then displayed on a big 83 foot monitor for all here to see! And ... no one cared. I called the police and they came by, but did little. It would take several of my friends and this wonderful man to help me through all of this garbage and finally, the Big Boss, son of the original Big Boss, would sit me down and get me to vent and cry and complain. I finally wrote the apartment dwellers an apology letter, asking for understanding and forgiveness, but also a promise in the form of my word that they will NEVER have any more problems from me. I was so ashamed of my rage spilling over! But, it had been about three years of this sort of nightmare, something that Freddy Kruger would have fed on and grown to be truly the Lord of Nightmares!
Over the years, I had lost my way. My usually strong and unbreakable faith had been sundered terribly, a lot of it with the passing of my beloved Kait and all that later would stack up here and there like old news papers collecting would finally burst into flame with all of the rage I have stored up since August of 1991 and only had dealt with here and there over the decades. I never suspected that there was so much anger and hate in my heart, y'all! But, this groovy guy of a boss helped me realize that while I'm frighteningly flawed, brutally broken, and hugely humiliated, I was also humbled. It's taken so much out of me to be a better person. I'm still working on that project and I will up until I pass this mortal coil.
Thanks for reading this!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Coffee With The Princess!
Posted 2 years agoCoffee With The Princess!
Opportunities!
**Giggles!**
Good morning, y'all! Welcome to another installment of my little rambling storytelling that I call, "Coffee With The Princess!", something that I have been doing off and on for a good while now. Let me take a good pull off of my first cup of Black Rifle Coffee and I'll get started. ❤️
A while back, I mentioned that with me being in the hospital back in October of 2020, I had a vision of my beloved Kaitlynn showing up in the room and sitting with me for a while as if to be keeping an eye on me. Now, I do remember when I first checked in at the Emergency Room that morning when my friend at work brought me to the hospital that I knew that everything was going to be ok. And things have been so much better than I dreamed possible! Much of the trouble and stress of the life before had been cleaned away, not forgotten, mind, just ... a closed photo-journal ... but it's allowed me to make my way forward. And I'm so grateful to all who have had even a minor hand in helping me through the trying times. So, I try to give back as best as I can. ❤️
Last night, I managed to get about nine hours of sleep, though not unbroken, but I am grateful for that nevertheless. Towards the bottom half of the sleep cycle, I had a bit of a flashback to the past that I would like to share. I'm not sure how much of it is true, but I really think it is ...
Years ago back in the mid to late 1980s, there was a teenager nightclub called Citylights in Brunswick, Georgia, started by some business and church people who wanted to give us kids a place to hang out and have fun at. I want to say I was still in middle school, but right before moving on to high school, when a bunch of the East Beachers and I went to the place. It was three levels of fun. The main floor was a dance room with a place where you could get sodas, pizza, and other snacks with the dance floor out in the middle. Looking up three floors, you could see the middle floor where there were some video games like Space Invaders, Pac-Man, and a few others of that era. There were some side and small tables to park at and chat with people. The third floor was what was called the Crow's Nest where you could hang out with the DJ and request music. Most people didn't hang out up here for long since this is where they had the speakers and other equipment to blast the music down to the rest of the club. If I remember right, there was all sorts of strings of lights, spotlights, and a plethora of lava lamps too. I'm not sure where they got the massive ones that they had ... one of the guys said that they had to stay on all the time or else the wax would harden and would take forever to get started again. Most of the floors were hardwood, that old-school cool stuff that I know we had in my place on 7th street, thanks to Mom's money and Pop's hard work. A rather groovy idea was the nightclub ... or teenager hangout. ❤️
One evening that I was there, I ended up bouncing into the Brookshire Kids, the really obnoxious ones that often were considered the elite of the best the island had to offer. Mom had tried to get me to hang out with them, but I refused. "They are welcome to hang out with me, Mom, if they wish, but I will not force myself to change to conform to their standards. That's not who I am." Mom was not happy, especially since there were a lot of the smart kids and parents whom Mom had grown up with back in her days at Glynn Academy along with my Aunt Sara and Uncle Brother. But, here we were standing there, enjoying a slice of pizza and the music, listening to a plethora of selections from Queen, AC/DC, KISS, and even a few more 1980s like Michael Jackson, Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel, and the Pet Shop Boys. Yes ... those guys. Well, as the song, "Opportunities!" started up, I happened to turn and bump into a gal by accident. Apologizing, I got to gaze up with my hazel eyes to take in those emerald eyes sparkling down at me. Perhaps the tallest gal I have seen at almost six feet tall, easily a foot taller than my short stacked form, she smiled at me and encouraged me to dance on the floor with her and her friends. And I did with a soft squeak ... ❤️
The rest of the dream or memory if you prefer was us dancing with all sorts of people, just having fun and forgetting that we were working on making sure to get into college, survive the prison known as high school and even forgetting the popularity contest, something I never understood and still will never do so ... and we were together ... again? It was that moment when I realized that the dream popped like an overinflated bubble of chewing gum. I sat up in bed, my face wet with tears, and my heart was thoroughly broken ... and yet, there was something comforting about it. I never really felt like I got to say goodbye to her when Kait was killed in a car crash back in August of 1991, but ... I always felt that she was with me, giving me comfort. These days, I feel her more, not exactly touching, but close to my heart and always there. ❤️
A few years ago when Mom passed, Aunt Sara and my niece were sitting at Pop's place and chatting quietly before others woke up. I could hear Uncle Vincent snoring in the guest room since he had kept the vigil right after Mom passed, staying with her until the paramedics took her away. Aunt Sara had tried to, but was pretty busted up about it and needed to compose herself, so she had slept like the rest of us. So, here were us three gals and my niece asked about Kait to which my Aunt Sara perked up and smiled towards me. Now, much of my adventures were not spoken with the family until the 2000s with my niece encouraging me to talk about it, but Aunt Sara suspected as did Uncle Vincent, both who had often offered the Louisville house for Kait and I to meet at when Kait was between her globe-trotting adventures and me with my studies at Cumberland College. They were there most of the time, but sometimes not ... but those are stories for a later day. I'm sure my aunt and uncle knew and I was very forward with my niece, especially after the heart-to-heart one afternoon while on St. Simons Island ... a hard time in 2000 or so around the end of summer and right around when the anniversary of Kait's passing had happened. She appreciated the honesty. But during the time of the three of us sitting around, Aunt Sara made the joke about Kait's link to me being like Ben Kenobi's link to Luke Skywalker. "She's with you and inspiring you to be a better person, honey. That's a good thing." ❤️
Well, that is really comforting, especially after waking up like that this morning. ❤️
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Opportunities!
**Giggles!**
Good morning, y'all! Welcome to another installment of my little rambling storytelling that I call, "Coffee With The Princess!", something that I have been doing off and on for a good while now. Let me take a good pull off of my first cup of Black Rifle Coffee and I'll get started. ❤️
A while back, I mentioned that with me being in the hospital back in October of 2020, I had a vision of my beloved Kaitlynn showing up in the room and sitting with me for a while as if to be keeping an eye on me. Now, I do remember when I first checked in at the Emergency Room that morning when my friend at work brought me to the hospital that I knew that everything was going to be ok. And things have been so much better than I dreamed possible! Much of the trouble and stress of the life before had been cleaned away, not forgotten, mind, just ... a closed photo-journal ... but it's allowed me to make my way forward. And I'm so grateful to all who have had even a minor hand in helping me through the trying times. So, I try to give back as best as I can. ❤️
Last night, I managed to get about nine hours of sleep, though not unbroken, but I am grateful for that nevertheless. Towards the bottom half of the sleep cycle, I had a bit of a flashback to the past that I would like to share. I'm not sure how much of it is true, but I really think it is ...
Years ago back in the mid to late 1980s, there was a teenager nightclub called Citylights in Brunswick, Georgia, started by some business and church people who wanted to give us kids a place to hang out and have fun at. I want to say I was still in middle school, but right before moving on to high school, when a bunch of the East Beachers and I went to the place. It was three levels of fun. The main floor was a dance room with a place where you could get sodas, pizza, and other snacks with the dance floor out in the middle. Looking up three floors, you could see the middle floor where there were some video games like Space Invaders, Pac-Man, and a few others of that era. There were some side and small tables to park at and chat with people. The third floor was what was called the Crow's Nest where you could hang out with the DJ and request music. Most people didn't hang out up here for long since this is where they had the speakers and other equipment to blast the music down to the rest of the club. If I remember right, there was all sorts of strings of lights, spotlights, and a plethora of lava lamps too. I'm not sure where they got the massive ones that they had ... one of the guys said that they had to stay on all the time or else the wax would harden and would take forever to get started again. Most of the floors were hardwood, that old-school cool stuff that I know we had in my place on 7th street, thanks to Mom's money and Pop's hard work. A rather groovy idea was the nightclub ... or teenager hangout. ❤️
One evening that I was there, I ended up bouncing into the Brookshire Kids, the really obnoxious ones that often were considered the elite of the best the island had to offer. Mom had tried to get me to hang out with them, but I refused. "They are welcome to hang out with me, Mom, if they wish, but I will not force myself to change to conform to their standards. That's not who I am." Mom was not happy, especially since there were a lot of the smart kids and parents whom Mom had grown up with back in her days at Glynn Academy along with my Aunt Sara and Uncle Brother. But, here we were standing there, enjoying a slice of pizza and the music, listening to a plethora of selections from Queen, AC/DC, KISS, and even a few more 1980s like Michael Jackson, Phil Collins, Peter Gabriel, and the Pet Shop Boys. Yes ... those guys. Well, as the song, "Opportunities!" started up, I happened to turn and bump into a gal by accident. Apologizing, I got to gaze up with my hazel eyes to take in those emerald eyes sparkling down at me. Perhaps the tallest gal I have seen at almost six feet tall, easily a foot taller than my short stacked form, she smiled at me and encouraged me to dance on the floor with her and her friends. And I did with a soft squeak ... ❤️
The rest of the dream or memory if you prefer was us dancing with all sorts of people, just having fun and forgetting that we were working on making sure to get into college, survive the prison known as high school and even forgetting the popularity contest, something I never understood and still will never do so ... and we were together ... again? It was that moment when I realized that the dream popped like an overinflated bubble of chewing gum. I sat up in bed, my face wet with tears, and my heart was thoroughly broken ... and yet, there was something comforting about it. I never really felt like I got to say goodbye to her when Kait was killed in a car crash back in August of 1991, but ... I always felt that she was with me, giving me comfort. These days, I feel her more, not exactly touching, but close to my heart and always there. ❤️
A few years ago when Mom passed, Aunt Sara and my niece were sitting at Pop's place and chatting quietly before others woke up. I could hear Uncle Vincent snoring in the guest room since he had kept the vigil right after Mom passed, staying with her until the paramedics took her away. Aunt Sara had tried to, but was pretty busted up about it and needed to compose herself, so she had slept like the rest of us. So, here were us three gals and my niece asked about Kait to which my Aunt Sara perked up and smiled towards me. Now, much of my adventures were not spoken with the family until the 2000s with my niece encouraging me to talk about it, but Aunt Sara suspected as did Uncle Vincent, both who had often offered the Louisville house for Kait and I to meet at when Kait was between her globe-trotting adventures and me with my studies at Cumberland College. They were there most of the time, but sometimes not ... but those are stories for a later day. I'm sure my aunt and uncle knew and I was very forward with my niece, especially after the heart-to-heart one afternoon while on St. Simons Island ... a hard time in 2000 or so around the end of summer and right around when the anniversary of Kait's passing had happened. She appreciated the honesty. But during the time of the three of us sitting around, Aunt Sara made the joke about Kait's link to me being like Ben Kenobi's link to Luke Skywalker. "She's with you and inspiring you to be a better person, honey. That's a good thing." ❤️
Well, that is really comforting, especially after waking up like that this morning. ❤️
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Coffee With The Princess!
Posted 2 years agoCoffee With The Princess!
Don't BE Afraid To Fail, Honey!
**Giggles!**
Mm ... let me take a few moments to get a good pull off of my Black Rifle Coffee this morning as I get into my groove, spin some tunes on the iTunes ... making me miss the vinyl records of old, and put my headphones on over my ears. Mm? Oh yes, y'all. I have gotten into the habit these days of having the headphones on my head, through my short hair, and covering up the gray. It takes me back to those days of the 1970s, 1980s, and even into the 1990s when I was still young and very much alive. But stupid. ❤️
Mm? No, not stupid as in intellect or mental dexterity, honey. Just ignorant in the ways of the world. I was an awesome student back in the days of my youth, more absorbed in reading, drawing, and writing to the point that I was missing out on the varied experiences of life. Now, while I was on the swim and volleyball teams at high school, I mostly kept to myself, except for a close collective of people, groovy guys and gorgeous gals. And ... no, it was not a harem, but just a fellowship of true friends. There was me, the religiously pious gal who was far too smart for her own good, there was the powerhouse jock who had a huge heart, his cute girlfriend who she and I were the best of friends, the stoner twins who ... I don't think they actually smoked marijuana, they just seemed out of it all the time ... and then there was my favorite gal-pal, Ase, who was the shy gal and she just needed friend. There was also Reed Richards, as I called him, this cute fellow who was so thin he was a reed, a pussywillow as my Aunt Sara called him, but he was such a nice guy. He and I would "Mind-Meld!" in our little world of intellectual speak to the point where the rest of the crew's minds would melt. Emily would giggle and call it "The Day The Album Melted!" since he first time it happened, I had accidentally left a beloved Rick James 45 disc record ... near the New Room's powerful heater because Reed and I were "Mind-Melded!" Reed just blushed and I laughed! While Reed and I never did much more than be good friends, I sort of wonder ... ❤️
Now, my nemesis for the 1970s was my Big Sister, who ... as y'all know ... was a major pot-head and gawd only knows what else she was on, this according to Pop ... called my friends "The Scooby Don't Gang!" I'm sure she spent much of the time stoned, so these comments where made while she was thoroughly baked. "Those gawd-damned meddling knuckleheads couldn't get a clue if you pasted it on their faces!" she shouted a number of time. I called her "The Blond Record Player!" because all she did was make loud music, skip a thought from time to time, sound scratchy, and everybody wanted a turn off of her! Pop tried not to laugh, trying to be a Dad, but he did come in and scold me, saying that I shouldn't debase myself with such vulgarity, no matter how clever and witty. "So, can I just unplug her to stop this from spinning and annoying us?" I asked. He shook his head and pressed his lips tight, which was the first sign he was getting upset. "No, honey. You don't ever say that again. We are family. That's all that matters." If memory serves, this was around the time that my Big Sister told me ... reminded me as she said later in life because she honest to God though I knew ... that I was adopted. A particularly ugly development in my life and one that Pop got angrier than I had ever seen him to where he went and had his "Lecture Moment!" with my Big Sister. Mom decided to explain things and even wrote a story to make me feel better about it by explaining it first by talking to me and then writing it down to show how much they loved me. "Your Big Sister loves you too, honey," Mom said with Pop walking in and just standing there after a few steps. "She's just being a Big Sister. You and her are going to fight, but you both should be there for each other." I just nodded. ❤️
Mm ... another pull off of my coffee mug and here we go! ❤️
With all of the fun I had, Mom and Pop kept me cloistered in my predictable life, keeping me going to and from school, making the grades, working hard, and trying to be a kid ... though I did not date much in high school and not really much in the first round of college, but that's part of where I'm going with this meandering through my memories. You see, I went to a Baptist college, called Cumberland College, up in Williamsburg, Kentucky and was cloistered there for the most part, at least until I met Kaitlynn, the intense redheaded powerhouse from Atlanta, but I still was inexperienced to say the least. While I got a lot of experience, it wouldn't be until after I went to SCAD, Savannah College of Art and Design as y'all probably heard of, and really grew up. Now, I had not gotten a professional job and staggered around from job to job, watching people backstab each other, talk trash about each other, and, while they talked about being good people, they weren't showing it. A lot of the jobs I had, I felt ... either too big as far as education and arrogance or just too disgusted by the shenanigans. A lot of y'all have heard about my night audit and teaching adventures, but they were fruitless. Just enough of an experience to teach me that I was not that special. A hard slap. Failing out of SCAD was probably my worst experience next to loosing Kait, who was killed in a car crash back in August of 1991. Between wallowing in that misery, being alone, miserable, and depressed, I was adrift and angry.
I remember turning on the TV, which I was lucky that I was able to get Fox so I could watch cartoons in the afternoon or Saturday Morning, or at least catch shows like Star Trek: DS9 and the X-Files, but I also had my VHS tapes that I wore out. I also got trapped in a liquor bottle of misery. There were times when I would leave to walk home to my trailer and walk past the pawn shop that sold guns ... "One Pay Check!" was often my mantra. Now, if y'all feel shocked and surprised, trust me ... not only have I spoken about this to everyone around me, but I also tell people that suicide is not a game, not funny, and something that you need to get help with as far as pulling out of a dive that you CANNOT take back. Please. But, there was one morning I was watching X-Men, the Fox cartoon that many of y'all know, with the one with Nightcrawler meeting up with Rogue, Gambit, and Wolverine. Wolverine chided Nighrtcrawler about his beliefs and Gambit scoffed as they deal with the bigotry of being different. Now, the message was not lost on me, but I took it poorly. I scoffed and cried in misery ...
It would be years later after seeing this episode a few times that this message would really sink in, y'all. Many of y'all might remember my first few months of dealing with the amputation of a good portion of my left foot with the smaller toes now gone. Yes, I'm six toed, gang. But, I caught the episode and ended up thinking about the words spoken between Nightcrawler and Wolverine. I have to admit that it gave me some comfort and, while it would be a few more months of nightmares and dealing with the neighbors ... well, they aren't anywhere nearly as horrible as they used to be ... that I would start working on my life, fixing all of the problems that I caused ... yes, I caused ... that meant not just repairing my health and body, but my life. It's still a work-in-progress, but I have slowly found myself returning to my youth and state of being where I want to be. Hopefully wiser and smarter, but also hopefully humble and less arrogant. ❤️
Look, I'm not saying any more about what to do outside of not being afraid of failure. No, y'all! This should be a "Teachable Moment!" as Pop used to say or even my Aunt Sara used to add, "A Moment of Clarity!" Listen to what is being discovered ... divine inspiration or just some instinctual insight or whatever you want to call it, but take a hard look at where you are. As I learned in my years of boxing, when you get knocked down, take a few heartbeats to take stock of what's happening as you get up. Those are often those "Moments of Clarity!" as you got your bell run. Now, what shall you do? ❤️
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Don't BE Afraid To Fail, Honey!
**Giggles!**
Mm ... let me take a few moments to get a good pull off of my Black Rifle Coffee this morning as I get into my groove, spin some tunes on the iTunes ... making me miss the vinyl records of old, and put my headphones on over my ears. Mm? Oh yes, y'all. I have gotten into the habit these days of having the headphones on my head, through my short hair, and covering up the gray. It takes me back to those days of the 1970s, 1980s, and even into the 1990s when I was still young and very much alive. But stupid. ❤️
Mm? No, not stupid as in intellect or mental dexterity, honey. Just ignorant in the ways of the world. I was an awesome student back in the days of my youth, more absorbed in reading, drawing, and writing to the point that I was missing out on the varied experiences of life. Now, while I was on the swim and volleyball teams at high school, I mostly kept to myself, except for a close collective of people, groovy guys and gorgeous gals. And ... no, it was not a harem, but just a fellowship of true friends. There was me, the religiously pious gal who was far too smart for her own good, there was the powerhouse jock who had a huge heart, his cute girlfriend who she and I were the best of friends, the stoner twins who ... I don't think they actually smoked marijuana, they just seemed out of it all the time ... and then there was my favorite gal-pal, Ase, who was the shy gal and she just needed friend. There was also Reed Richards, as I called him, this cute fellow who was so thin he was a reed, a pussywillow as my Aunt Sara called him, but he was such a nice guy. He and I would "Mind-Meld!" in our little world of intellectual speak to the point where the rest of the crew's minds would melt. Emily would giggle and call it "The Day The Album Melted!" since he first time it happened, I had accidentally left a beloved Rick James 45 disc record ... near the New Room's powerful heater because Reed and I were "Mind-Melded!" Reed just blushed and I laughed! While Reed and I never did much more than be good friends, I sort of wonder ... ❤️
Now, my nemesis for the 1970s was my Big Sister, who ... as y'all know ... was a major pot-head and gawd only knows what else she was on, this according to Pop ... called my friends "The Scooby Don't Gang!" I'm sure she spent much of the time stoned, so these comments where made while she was thoroughly baked. "Those gawd-damned meddling knuckleheads couldn't get a clue if you pasted it on their faces!" she shouted a number of time. I called her "The Blond Record Player!" because all she did was make loud music, skip a thought from time to time, sound scratchy, and everybody wanted a turn off of her! Pop tried not to laugh, trying to be a Dad, but he did come in and scold me, saying that I shouldn't debase myself with such vulgarity, no matter how clever and witty. "So, can I just unplug her to stop this from spinning and annoying us?" I asked. He shook his head and pressed his lips tight, which was the first sign he was getting upset. "No, honey. You don't ever say that again. We are family. That's all that matters." If memory serves, this was around the time that my Big Sister told me ... reminded me as she said later in life because she honest to God though I knew ... that I was adopted. A particularly ugly development in my life and one that Pop got angrier than I had ever seen him to where he went and had his "Lecture Moment!" with my Big Sister. Mom decided to explain things and even wrote a story to make me feel better about it by explaining it first by talking to me and then writing it down to show how much they loved me. "Your Big Sister loves you too, honey," Mom said with Pop walking in and just standing there after a few steps. "She's just being a Big Sister. You and her are going to fight, but you both should be there for each other." I just nodded. ❤️
Mm ... another pull off of my coffee mug and here we go! ❤️
With all of the fun I had, Mom and Pop kept me cloistered in my predictable life, keeping me going to and from school, making the grades, working hard, and trying to be a kid ... though I did not date much in high school and not really much in the first round of college, but that's part of where I'm going with this meandering through my memories. You see, I went to a Baptist college, called Cumberland College, up in Williamsburg, Kentucky and was cloistered there for the most part, at least until I met Kaitlynn, the intense redheaded powerhouse from Atlanta, but I still was inexperienced to say the least. While I got a lot of experience, it wouldn't be until after I went to SCAD, Savannah College of Art and Design as y'all probably heard of, and really grew up. Now, I had not gotten a professional job and staggered around from job to job, watching people backstab each other, talk trash about each other, and, while they talked about being good people, they weren't showing it. A lot of the jobs I had, I felt ... either too big as far as education and arrogance or just too disgusted by the shenanigans. A lot of y'all have heard about my night audit and teaching adventures, but they were fruitless. Just enough of an experience to teach me that I was not that special. A hard slap. Failing out of SCAD was probably my worst experience next to loosing Kait, who was killed in a car crash back in August of 1991. Between wallowing in that misery, being alone, miserable, and depressed, I was adrift and angry.
I remember turning on the TV, which I was lucky that I was able to get Fox so I could watch cartoons in the afternoon or Saturday Morning, or at least catch shows like Star Trek: DS9 and the X-Files, but I also had my VHS tapes that I wore out. I also got trapped in a liquor bottle of misery. There were times when I would leave to walk home to my trailer and walk past the pawn shop that sold guns ... "One Pay Check!" was often my mantra. Now, if y'all feel shocked and surprised, trust me ... not only have I spoken about this to everyone around me, but I also tell people that suicide is not a game, not funny, and something that you need to get help with as far as pulling out of a dive that you CANNOT take back. Please. But, there was one morning I was watching X-Men, the Fox cartoon that many of y'all know, with the one with Nightcrawler meeting up with Rogue, Gambit, and Wolverine. Wolverine chided Nighrtcrawler about his beliefs and Gambit scoffed as they deal with the bigotry of being different. Now, the message was not lost on me, but I took it poorly. I scoffed and cried in misery ...
It would be years later after seeing this episode a few times that this message would really sink in, y'all. Many of y'all might remember my first few months of dealing with the amputation of a good portion of my left foot with the smaller toes now gone. Yes, I'm six toed, gang. But, I caught the episode and ended up thinking about the words spoken between Nightcrawler and Wolverine. I have to admit that it gave me some comfort and, while it would be a few more months of nightmares and dealing with the neighbors ... well, they aren't anywhere nearly as horrible as they used to be ... that I would start working on my life, fixing all of the problems that I caused ... yes, I caused ... that meant not just repairing my health and body, but my life. It's still a work-in-progress, but I have slowly found myself returning to my youth and state of being where I want to be. Hopefully wiser and smarter, but also hopefully humble and less arrogant. ❤️
Look, I'm not saying any more about what to do outside of not being afraid of failure. No, y'all! This should be a "Teachable Moment!" as Pop used to say or even my Aunt Sara used to add, "A Moment of Clarity!" Listen to what is being discovered ... divine inspiration or just some instinctual insight or whatever you want to call it, but take a hard look at where you are. As I learned in my years of boxing, when you get knocked down, take a few heartbeats to take stock of what's happening as you get up. Those are often those "Moments of Clarity!" as you got your bell run. Now, what shall you do? ❤️
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Doing Things MY Way!
Posted 3 years agoDoing Things My Way!
A Valentine's Day Story!
**Giggles!**
Good morning! A special edition of Coffee With The Princess, y'all! ❤️
Over the years of chatting with people, I have had the pleasure to meet and get to know so many out there, most of it being a pleasure. Now, while you know the ones that are bad, let's take this issue and talk about the fun and goodness for a moment. As most of y'all know, Valentine's Day is one of my favorite holidays. While I'm eternally single, I still believe in romance, love, passion, desire, and just being good to one another in life. Why make life miserable for others when you could spend that energy on something more productive and fulfilling. It's something I have never understood and that's perfectly fine by me. My folks instilled upon me a creative outlet for my overactive and curious mind through my projects and artistry. While I wasn't as good as a lot of people out there, it wasn't about competing as much as it was getting the thrill out of making it yourself. Even though I was an artist of limited skill, I found that writing was more my passion.
My mother made quite the living writing Historical Romance novels at the start of the late 1970s, throughout the 1980s and then into the 1990s. I want to say that it would be around the bottom of the 1990s, she decided to retire. A bad call by her agent or publisher cost her a lot of sales and they dropped her. If anyone out there knows the fickle nature of being productive, you know that once you fail it is hard to pick yourself up and start again. Mom was getting on in years and a lot of her life was spent on writing. At times, she was so busy that perhaps the rest of us got left behind in a way. I cannot speak for Pop or my Big Sister, but I can say that it was lonely for a good portion of my earlier life, but I learned rather quickly to be self-sufficient and self-reliant. Also trustworthy which was a bonus when Mom and Pop would travel around the country, meeting fans and selling her books. During middle school and especially through high school, I got the pleasure of having that HUGE house to myself. ❤️
When I was a little kid, Valentine's Day would come around and the school encouraged us to have an afternoon of giving cards away. Pop used to get me tons of these boxes and encourage me to give them to my classmates and friends, which I was delighted in doing so. I suppose I was adorable enough to get some candies and cards from others, but often I felt that some of the kids only got something because we were told to treat everyone the same. I found that fascinating and pointed it out to a teacher who told me that it would be nice that everyone was so giving like myself, but that's not the way the world works.
"Oh, yeah?" I asked with that impish smile on my face. ❤️
After that particular Valentine's Day party, I want to say this would be my second time in first grade. Oh yes, I was asked to repeat the first grade because when I moved to St. Simons Island, Georgia from Lexington Park, Maryland, the powers that be at Fredrica Academy asked Mom and Pop to allow me to start in first grade. I shrugged and took to it like a duck to water. I was only at that school for a couple of years, but I made a name for myself as an A Student, hard worker, and seldom missing school. I left the place due to my Big Sister getting into trouble, but I'm getting a touch ahead of myself. I want to say it was when I was in second grade that we had a Valentine's Day party for the whole school ... a dance for all of the kids. Most of us younger kids watched and enjoyed the music while the older kids had fun. From what I was told, my Big Sister had been found in a car out back, high as a kite and unconscious. The various boys that were last seen with her swore that she was taking drugs and doing things that they didn't like. The school had no choice but to suspend her. Mom and Pop went ahead and pulled me from the school and put me into public education of the Glynn County School System. Now, while I took it as a challenge to make more friends and have fun, my Big Sister continued on .. well she ended up getting expelled for her habits and poor attendance, but I kept on doing what I did. Pop used to say, "She does things her way!" when speaking about me. Mom often scoffed and say, "Both of our knuckleheads do that, honey. I wish they would grow up!"
Now, here's where I'm going to break away from my Big Sister since from here, I'm not entirely sure what happened after that, but I have some theories based on stories from Pop and the rest of the family, including some stories from my Big Sister and then her kids verifying the details. The one thing that I do remember growing up with my Big Sister is that she was a natural Blond Bombshell, gorgeous like my Mom and Pop were. She had this animal magnetism that guys found enchanting and alluring. They often hung out around the house and Pop would often chase them off with either the garden house or a baseball bat. While he was a military man, he didn't own a gun, but he did have his own ways of handling the tomcats. ❤️
Me, I was completely different. Boys were understandably a fascination, but more friends and fantastic people to hang out with. Often more fun than hanging out with the other girls, but at the same time, I never wanted to neglect any friend, male or female. Thanks to Mom, I always dressed to impress and Pop and my Uncles Buck and Charlie taught me how to defend myself. Pop's lessons in pressure points and simple wrestling holds were a necessary evil, to which Mom was aghast about, but my father shrugged. Honestly, I never had to really use these lessons until later in life. For now, I got to be a kid!
Throughout elementary and middle schools, I excellent in classes and making friends. And every Valentine's Day, I want to say that I was certainly a hit with most of my class. I often put away money for a rainy day and Valentine's Day was a special occasion. While the store-bought cards were easy to hand out, often I did the homemade ones as a project between my studies. The earlier ones were terrible, but as I got better, I got to do ones of popular cartoon characters like Peanuts, Garfield, and even the various Disney and other superheroes too. Along with a card, I always included candy, usually the Charms Blow-Pops or the Tootsie-Pop. I want to say that I often gave away lollipops back before the mid-1970s and I do remember giving out the Space: 1999 and Star Wars Bubblegum Cards too. Teachers got special roses from Mom's personal garden with her permission and later they also got an autographed book from Mom, especially in the 1980s when Mom's popularity was climbing like King Kong scaling the Empire State Building! ❤️
It would be late in middle school that I got introduced to the Valentine's Day dance, something that in public school they didn't do. I'm not entirely sure, but it could have been they thought we were too young back in elementary school. Nevertheless, it was a lot of fun. I got to dance with all sorts of people and I had a blast! I was surprised by several groovy guys offering to not just dance with me, but to also give me flowers! Now that was different ... and a bit off-putting to me. I think it was more that I didn't want to grow to expect free stuff from guys because they were interested in me. "Obligated, honey. That's the word you are looking for," Pop said when I asked about this when I was telling Mom and Pop about my day. Mom laughed and walked out of the room. She told me later that I'd better get used to that. With Pop, he stayed quiet about my activities with romance, often listening and seldom giving input, though he often kept an eye on me.
Still, with Valentine's Day, I always felt to give more than get and never, ever expected people to do stuff for me. Dating me was a hassle as I was told by a few guys since I often paid for at least my share, "going dutch" as it was. Oh, I did this often enough with all of my friends, though there were times with the parents picking up the tab on my side of the aisle or theirs, but not often since I said that I needed to learn to be more responsible. "Be more gracious, honey," Mom often softly scolded me.
When I went to high school and then through college, it wasn't much different for the dating scene and yet Valentine's Day was still pure fun for me! The guys got gifts from me and often I picked up the tab on the date, which freaked out a few of them, though there were a few who were understandably good with this. Personally, I didn't care what they thought as long as we had a good time.
Now, these days ... I just kick back and watch my friends, most who are married, deal with their significant others. Some are very detailed and fun-loving and others are more laid back. One of my groovy guy-pals told me that his idea of Valentine's Day was cooking a meal for the wife and then just sitting back and watching a movie they both enjoyed. Marvel movies are often popular among my friends, though there's a whole list of possibilities. One of my gorgeous gal-pals squealed last year when her husband paid for a day-spa treatment with her best friend and then he stayed home and cleaned the house. And I'm talking seriously clean! Then later, they also did the dinner at home and a movie both enjoyed. Nodding to both people, I have to agree that sounds good to me. ❤️
No matter how you live, you might take a moment and appreciate the friends and the loved ones that you have in your life. Buy a few pizzas for the gang, get something special for the significant other, heck ... do something unexpected! But, make sure that you have fun!
Happy Valentine's Day!
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
A Valentine's Day Story!
**Giggles!**
Good morning! A special edition of Coffee With The Princess, y'all! ❤️
Over the years of chatting with people, I have had the pleasure to meet and get to know so many out there, most of it being a pleasure. Now, while you know the ones that are bad, let's take this issue and talk about the fun and goodness for a moment. As most of y'all know, Valentine's Day is one of my favorite holidays. While I'm eternally single, I still believe in romance, love, passion, desire, and just being good to one another in life. Why make life miserable for others when you could spend that energy on something more productive and fulfilling. It's something I have never understood and that's perfectly fine by me. My folks instilled upon me a creative outlet for my overactive and curious mind through my projects and artistry. While I wasn't as good as a lot of people out there, it wasn't about competing as much as it was getting the thrill out of making it yourself. Even though I was an artist of limited skill, I found that writing was more my passion.
My mother made quite the living writing Historical Romance novels at the start of the late 1970s, throughout the 1980s and then into the 1990s. I want to say that it would be around the bottom of the 1990s, she decided to retire. A bad call by her agent or publisher cost her a lot of sales and they dropped her. If anyone out there knows the fickle nature of being productive, you know that once you fail it is hard to pick yourself up and start again. Mom was getting on in years and a lot of her life was spent on writing. At times, she was so busy that perhaps the rest of us got left behind in a way. I cannot speak for Pop or my Big Sister, but I can say that it was lonely for a good portion of my earlier life, but I learned rather quickly to be self-sufficient and self-reliant. Also trustworthy which was a bonus when Mom and Pop would travel around the country, meeting fans and selling her books. During middle school and especially through high school, I got the pleasure of having that HUGE house to myself. ❤️
When I was a little kid, Valentine's Day would come around and the school encouraged us to have an afternoon of giving cards away. Pop used to get me tons of these boxes and encourage me to give them to my classmates and friends, which I was delighted in doing so. I suppose I was adorable enough to get some candies and cards from others, but often I felt that some of the kids only got something because we were told to treat everyone the same. I found that fascinating and pointed it out to a teacher who told me that it would be nice that everyone was so giving like myself, but that's not the way the world works.
"Oh, yeah?" I asked with that impish smile on my face. ❤️
After that particular Valentine's Day party, I want to say this would be my second time in first grade. Oh yes, I was asked to repeat the first grade because when I moved to St. Simons Island, Georgia from Lexington Park, Maryland, the powers that be at Fredrica Academy asked Mom and Pop to allow me to start in first grade. I shrugged and took to it like a duck to water. I was only at that school for a couple of years, but I made a name for myself as an A Student, hard worker, and seldom missing school. I left the place due to my Big Sister getting into trouble, but I'm getting a touch ahead of myself. I want to say it was when I was in second grade that we had a Valentine's Day party for the whole school ... a dance for all of the kids. Most of us younger kids watched and enjoyed the music while the older kids had fun. From what I was told, my Big Sister had been found in a car out back, high as a kite and unconscious. The various boys that were last seen with her swore that she was taking drugs and doing things that they didn't like. The school had no choice but to suspend her. Mom and Pop went ahead and pulled me from the school and put me into public education of the Glynn County School System. Now, while I took it as a challenge to make more friends and have fun, my Big Sister continued on .. well she ended up getting expelled for her habits and poor attendance, but I kept on doing what I did. Pop used to say, "She does things her way!" when speaking about me. Mom often scoffed and say, "Both of our knuckleheads do that, honey. I wish they would grow up!"
Now, here's where I'm going to break away from my Big Sister since from here, I'm not entirely sure what happened after that, but I have some theories based on stories from Pop and the rest of the family, including some stories from my Big Sister and then her kids verifying the details. The one thing that I do remember growing up with my Big Sister is that she was a natural Blond Bombshell, gorgeous like my Mom and Pop were. She had this animal magnetism that guys found enchanting and alluring. They often hung out around the house and Pop would often chase them off with either the garden house or a baseball bat. While he was a military man, he didn't own a gun, but he did have his own ways of handling the tomcats. ❤️
Me, I was completely different. Boys were understandably a fascination, but more friends and fantastic people to hang out with. Often more fun than hanging out with the other girls, but at the same time, I never wanted to neglect any friend, male or female. Thanks to Mom, I always dressed to impress and Pop and my Uncles Buck and Charlie taught me how to defend myself. Pop's lessons in pressure points and simple wrestling holds were a necessary evil, to which Mom was aghast about, but my father shrugged. Honestly, I never had to really use these lessons until later in life. For now, I got to be a kid!
Throughout elementary and middle schools, I excellent in classes and making friends. And every Valentine's Day, I want to say that I was certainly a hit with most of my class. I often put away money for a rainy day and Valentine's Day was a special occasion. While the store-bought cards were easy to hand out, often I did the homemade ones as a project between my studies. The earlier ones were terrible, but as I got better, I got to do ones of popular cartoon characters like Peanuts, Garfield, and even the various Disney and other superheroes too. Along with a card, I always included candy, usually the Charms Blow-Pops or the Tootsie-Pop. I want to say that I often gave away lollipops back before the mid-1970s and I do remember giving out the Space: 1999 and Star Wars Bubblegum Cards too. Teachers got special roses from Mom's personal garden with her permission and later they also got an autographed book from Mom, especially in the 1980s when Mom's popularity was climbing like King Kong scaling the Empire State Building! ❤️
It would be late in middle school that I got introduced to the Valentine's Day dance, something that in public school they didn't do. I'm not entirely sure, but it could have been they thought we were too young back in elementary school. Nevertheless, it was a lot of fun. I got to dance with all sorts of people and I had a blast! I was surprised by several groovy guys offering to not just dance with me, but to also give me flowers! Now that was different ... and a bit off-putting to me. I think it was more that I didn't want to grow to expect free stuff from guys because they were interested in me. "Obligated, honey. That's the word you are looking for," Pop said when I asked about this when I was telling Mom and Pop about my day. Mom laughed and walked out of the room. She told me later that I'd better get used to that. With Pop, he stayed quiet about my activities with romance, often listening and seldom giving input, though he often kept an eye on me.
Still, with Valentine's Day, I always felt to give more than get and never, ever expected people to do stuff for me. Dating me was a hassle as I was told by a few guys since I often paid for at least my share, "going dutch" as it was. Oh, I did this often enough with all of my friends, though there were times with the parents picking up the tab on my side of the aisle or theirs, but not often since I said that I needed to learn to be more responsible. "Be more gracious, honey," Mom often softly scolded me.
When I went to high school and then through college, it wasn't much different for the dating scene and yet Valentine's Day was still pure fun for me! The guys got gifts from me and often I picked up the tab on the date, which freaked out a few of them, though there were a few who were understandably good with this. Personally, I didn't care what they thought as long as we had a good time.
Now, these days ... I just kick back and watch my friends, most who are married, deal with their significant others. Some are very detailed and fun-loving and others are more laid back. One of my groovy guy-pals told me that his idea of Valentine's Day was cooking a meal for the wife and then just sitting back and watching a movie they both enjoyed. Marvel movies are often popular among my friends, though there's a whole list of possibilities. One of my gorgeous gal-pals squealed last year when her husband paid for a day-spa treatment with her best friend and then he stayed home and cleaned the house. And I'm talking seriously clean! Then later, they also did the dinner at home and a movie both enjoyed. Nodding to both people, I have to agree that sounds good to me. ❤️
No matter how you live, you might take a moment and appreciate the friends and the loved ones that you have in your life. Buy a few pizzas for the gang, get something special for the significant other, heck ... do something unexpected! But, make sure that you have fun!
Happy Valentine's Day!
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Coffee With The Princess!
Posted 3 years agoCoffee With The Princess!
Freakier Than Normal!
**Giggles!**
Once again and recently, I got asked why I laugh so much or even try so hard to get other people to laugh. I simply replied, "It's so much more fun to get people to laugh and enjoy their day than to be miserable!" Now, while usually I get the agreements from people, I have had people who have posted comments here or even said that I shouldn't laugh so much. One in particular comes to mind ... I cannot remember who this guy was ... but he used one disturbing language, nothing I hadn't heard before, but it still left an impression. Very much like a dog-shit stain on a brand new rug. In a case like that, you have a choice: pull up the section of carpet and replace it or try and clean it up as best as you can. In other words, you deal with it. And that is what I choose to do. Plus banning him from my page. In real life and in my professional career, I have a long list of jokes, stories, and other gags to share with people, often stories of my folks trying to get me to grow up and be someone. Usually this being more Mom than Pop. I think Pop just let me be who I am. So I laugh out loud, which can be a rather boisterous laugh, a cute giggle, or even one that used to send my Mom into fits, especially when I snorted. No signature laugh, mind. I just go with the flow.
Over lunch a few weeks ago with some friends, I got asked about my perchance towards laughter and responded just like what I did in the introduction to this entry to the morning coffee. She pointed out that since she's known me for about twenty years now, I have been like this, even back when I was ill, but nowadays, I have stepped hard on the accelerator and I'm working on making up for lost time. Around a mouthful of food, I shrugged. "Perhaps I have turned back the clock on my life and gone back to my teenage days, honey," I offered. "While at a physical age of 54, unmarried and uninterested, I'm free to be me."
"It's really freaky!" one gal grumbled in annoyance. "It's not normal!"
"Why be normal?" I asked to which this gal got up and made some apologies about needing to get back to the office. I watched her go, but a friend of mine offered a sympathetic smile and a reassurance that it's just a stressful time for the gal, things being rough at the office. Going through the mental rolodex, I remembered she worked as a CPA. "Tax time," I agreed.
Now, this change of topics got kicked around for about half an hour by my professional friends, people I have known for a good while as I have worked here air the Firm. So, outside of the lunches together, we really don't get together and just be us. Most of them are married and with kids who are also working on moving out and becoming professionals too. I thought about how things have changed for me over the years, having gotten into being a professional administrative assistant, mostly driving a company car around for deliveries and errands for the Firm where I work and have been for over twenty years now.
So what do I do now?
Well, after getting the money for the last of the properties that Pop owned, I decided to fund a few kickstarter projects. One known as "Freakier Than Normal!", which has been thoroughly delightful to keep up with. I got interested in this project by DarkerEve from Deviant Art who's artwork has thrilled me over the years with the adult nature of the comics and wonderfully intense gals and groovy guy who work and live and deal with life. The comic is known as Jagua Tales and I'm willing to bet that you have seen some of the characters posted around Deviant Art and perhaps on FurAffinity too.
"Freakier Than Normal!" is by Fransisco and the artwork is done by Maximo Montero and, while I just got the digital downloads this morning, I was also told that the backer packages are being packed up and ready for shipping. I'm thoroughly looking forward to getting breakfast this morning and sitting down with the digital comic! Just the artwork alone was enough to get me interested in the comic, even though I only have the barest of ideas about the comic, but I have a general idea about it.
This installment of the series I do is mainly killing some time before breakfast and drinking water to help get me started for the morning. I'll be sure to write more about this wonderful-looking comment, talk more about the artwork, and especially the artwork done of the VIP Backers for the project in which I'm proud to have helped out. Comics have been a good portion of my life and I still dream of sitting down and doing my own, but I'm feeling more of being a writer than an artist these days. The facts of life I suppose, but I will always help out where I can.
Nevertheless, I want to always encourage all of y'all out there to chase your dreams, grab them zealously, and hold them tight against your chest. With your heart beating so strongly, fueling the passion, perhaps you can be someone who influences and inspires those around you.
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Freakier Than Normal!
**Giggles!**
Once again and recently, I got asked why I laugh so much or even try so hard to get other people to laugh. I simply replied, "It's so much more fun to get people to laugh and enjoy their day than to be miserable!" Now, while usually I get the agreements from people, I have had people who have posted comments here or even said that I shouldn't laugh so much. One in particular comes to mind ... I cannot remember who this guy was ... but he used one disturbing language, nothing I hadn't heard before, but it still left an impression. Very much like a dog-shit stain on a brand new rug. In a case like that, you have a choice: pull up the section of carpet and replace it or try and clean it up as best as you can. In other words, you deal with it. And that is what I choose to do. Plus banning him from my page. In real life and in my professional career, I have a long list of jokes, stories, and other gags to share with people, often stories of my folks trying to get me to grow up and be someone. Usually this being more Mom than Pop. I think Pop just let me be who I am. So I laugh out loud, which can be a rather boisterous laugh, a cute giggle, or even one that used to send my Mom into fits, especially when I snorted. No signature laugh, mind. I just go with the flow.
Over lunch a few weeks ago with some friends, I got asked about my perchance towards laughter and responded just like what I did in the introduction to this entry to the morning coffee. She pointed out that since she's known me for about twenty years now, I have been like this, even back when I was ill, but nowadays, I have stepped hard on the accelerator and I'm working on making up for lost time. Around a mouthful of food, I shrugged. "Perhaps I have turned back the clock on my life and gone back to my teenage days, honey," I offered. "While at a physical age of 54, unmarried and uninterested, I'm free to be me."
"It's really freaky!" one gal grumbled in annoyance. "It's not normal!"
"Why be normal?" I asked to which this gal got up and made some apologies about needing to get back to the office. I watched her go, but a friend of mine offered a sympathetic smile and a reassurance that it's just a stressful time for the gal, things being rough at the office. Going through the mental rolodex, I remembered she worked as a CPA. "Tax time," I agreed.
Now, this change of topics got kicked around for about half an hour by my professional friends, people I have known for a good while as I have worked here air the Firm. So, outside of the lunches together, we really don't get together and just be us. Most of them are married and with kids who are also working on moving out and becoming professionals too. I thought about how things have changed for me over the years, having gotten into being a professional administrative assistant, mostly driving a company car around for deliveries and errands for the Firm where I work and have been for over twenty years now.
So what do I do now?
Well, after getting the money for the last of the properties that Pop owned, I decided to fund a few kickstarter projects. One known as "Freakier Than Normal!", which has been thoroughly delightful to keep up with. I got interested in this project by DarkerEve from Deviant Art who's artwork has thrilled me over the years with the adult nature of the comics and wonderfully intense gals and groovy guy who work and live and deal with life. The comic is known as Jagua Tales and I'm willing to bet that you have seen some of the characters posted around Deviant Art and perhaps on FurAffinity too.
"Freakier Than Normal!" is by Fransisco and the artwork is done by Maximo Montero and, while I just got the digital downloads this morning, I was also told that the backer packages are being packed up and ready for shipping. I'm thoroughly looking forward to getting breakfast this morning and sitting down with the digital comic! Just the artwork alone was enough to get me interested in the comic, even though I only have the barest of ideas about the comic, but I have a general idea about it.
This installment of the series I do is mainly killing some time before breakfast and drinking water to help get me started for the morning. I'll be sure to write more about this wonderful-looking comment, talk more about the artwork, and especially the artwork done of the VIP Backers for the project in which I'm proud to have helped out. Comics have been a good portion of my life and I still dream of sitting down and doing my own, but I'm feeling more of being a writer than an artist these days. The facts of life I suppose, but I will always help out where I can.
Nevertheless, I want to always encourage all of y'all out there to chase your dreams, grab them zealously, and hold them tight against your chest. With your heart beating so strongly, fueling the passion, perhaps you can be someone who influences and inspires those around you.
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Coffee With The Princess!
Posted 3 years agoCoffee With The Princess!
Points Versus Dice!
**Giggles!**
I know a lot of people around here play tabletop role-playing games. Now, let me be clear here. These are the game sessions where you sit in the SAME room with a group of people, at least three people, get characters generated or bring them with you, get some junk food, and toss dice all afternoon or night long. If you do it online, I'm not very knowledgeable about that, but I do role-play online ... y'all who take the time to read my missives should know this, but there might be one or two people who noticed this status update decided to read it. Let's cover the online role-playing later and focus on the tabletop games ... specifically the point systems versus using the dice to generate characters.
My group, which has been together since the late 1970s ... and that was before I joined in early 2000 or so, has been back and forth about this. The group is half-split when it comes to which they like. The Bearded Lantern, like me, is an old-school gamer and has been using the 4d6 dice, pick the best three. I changed things up a bit to make it more fun to make characters over the years: ones are rerolled and if you get all of the same number, that counts as an eighteen! The Bionic Forearm and the Left Fielder prefer the point system that Pathfinder 1st edition uses. Fifteen points for the average game, though I think they often use the epic category being twenty-five. Getting a ten is easy enough since that costs no points, but to get higher numbers, you have to spend points. If you are smart, you can get a character with a maximum of fourteen in three stats and ten in the others ... and then there's a bit of play around depending on if you go higher than the average adventure, which would give you another fourteen and one stat with a twelve and the other one being an eleven.
You with me so far?
Me ... before this year, I honestly hated the idea of the point system for Pathfinder since more often than naught, I saw the characters done by points often overshadowed by the dice rolled characters. Understandable. But when you keep in mind that these are people, not superheroes ... and in a world that is a whole other realm of harshness, you have to respect those who pick up a weapon and go out into the world to make a living. True heroes to be sure! Now, I have never been a great dice caster, but I have something a lot of people don't have: patience. I can sit there and watch TV and cast d6s all afternoon and eventually generate a character that is pretty damned good.
Now, here's the debate among the crew: which is better? According to the Bionic Forearm and the Left Fielder, Pathfinder was designed more to be a point system. At least for the 1st edition. However, the Bearded Lantern has put his foot down, saying that he hates the point system period. "You make characters that are pretty useless," is his point. "The first thing they put in the generation of characters is 4d6, pick the best three."
Here's where things have changed for me. I started to think it through and wonder if I had been wrong. So, over the past few days now, I have been playing around with the point system for 1st edition Pathfinder and then using those numbers to make the characters I use for BESM d20. With an average character, it comes out to about thirty character points, which for an average game of that system, it leaves you with ten points to play around with before you go into weaknesses/defects. With Caitlynn Wildfire and Israfel Vincent, it leaves me about five points, so that's a bit better than what I came up with their BESM d20 versions.
Why am I putting so much attention into all of this? Mm ... it's just that with what I do on the weekends, which is about a lot of role-playing, it is something I have been toying around with. It goes along in enjoying life a bit more and being a better person. What if I have been wrong about the point system?
The dislike for it did not help that we had an ass of a player who made me angry enough to leave the game for a few years, but he was also the highly opinionated, "You are wrong!" type of person. He showed up at the game, invited by the Security Officer, and pretty much spent the whole evening attacking people. It wasn't until the next morning that I got all these text messages back and forth between the group about his bitching about how I do things ... he was pissed with people having the "wrong" way of doing things and now he made it personal. "The point system is how Pathfinder was meant to be played," he argued and I just said at the time, "If that's what the current Dungeon Master wants, I will either bid by it or not show up." But the damage was done unfornately.
No one online has ever seen my temper. It is ugly and something I'm proud of. But I left ... and right before we were supposed to do the "Grilling and Thrilling!" weekend, to which I was told that the Bearded Lantern and the Bionic Forearm did have a few choice things to say to the guy, but he stayed. I tried to return and be nice to him, but it was a problem since he and I clashed all the time. I swallowed a lot of anger for my promise to not start anything at the garage. So, I finally left. The guy did too later ... ironically, both of us went through amputations dealing with diabetes I do believe. Now, I do NOT wish him ill-will, but I refuse to be at the game if he's going to be there. I was told that he's pretty much given it up. While I'm sorry to hear that, I damned sure don't really care.
It was the conversation I had with the Bionic Forearm who's been the rational person to discuss this, though the Left Fielder has tried a few times ... bless his heart. Both are longtime and best friends of mine as much of my friends are these days, so ... I guess I just thought that if I was going to dislike something so passionately, why not see if there is anything good about it. I will say that the point system does allow for a faster and fairer way to generate stats for a character. I'm still on the fence about which is better.
What do y'all think?
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Points Versus Dice!
**Giggles!**
I know a lot of people around here play tabletop role-playing games. Now, let me be clear here. These are the game sessions where you sit in the SAME room with a group of people, at least three people, get characters generated or bring them with you, get some junk food, and toss dice all afternoon or night long. If you do it online, I'm not very knowledgeable about that, but I do role-play online ... y'all who take the time to read my missives should know this, but there might be one or two people who noticed this status update decided to read it. Let's cover the online role-playing later and focus on the tabletop games ... specifically the point systems versus using the dice to generate characters.
My group, which has been together since the late 1970s ... and that was before I joined in early 2000 or so, has been back and forth about this. The group is half-split when it comes to which they like. The Bearded Lantern, like me, is an old-school gamer and has been using the 4d6 dice, pick the best three. I changed things up a bit to make it more fun to make characters over the years: ones are rerolled and if you get all of the same number, that counts as an eighteen! The Bionic Forearm and the Left Fielder prefer the point system that Pathfinder 1st edition uses. Fifteen points for the average game, though I think they often use the epic category being twenty-five. Getting a ten is easy enough since that costs no points, but to get higher numbers, you have to spend points. If you are smart, you can get a character with a maximum of fourteen in three stats and ten in the others ... and then there's a bit of play around depending on if you go higher than the average adventure, which would give you another fourteen and one stat with a twelve and the other one being an eleven.
You with me so far?
Me ... before this year, I honestly hated the idea of the point system for Pathfinder since more often than naught, I saw the characters done by points often overshadowed by the dice rolled characters. Understandable. But when you keep in mind that these are people, not superheroes ... and in a world that is a whole other realm of harshness, you have to respect those who pick up a weapon and go out into the world to make a living. True heroes to be sure! Now, I have never been a great dice caster, but I have something a lot of people don't have: patience. I can sit there and watch TV and cast d6s all afternoon and eventually generate a character that is pretty damned good.
Now, here's the debate among the crew: which is better? According to the Bionic Forearm and the Left Fielder, Pathfinder was designed more to be a point system. At least for the 1st edition. However, the Bearded Lantern has put his foot down, saying that he hates the point system period. "You make characters that are pretty useless," is his point. "The first thing they put in the generation of characters is 4d6, pick the best three."
Here's where things have changed for me. I started to think it through and wonder if I had been wrong. So, over the past few days now, I have been playing around with the point system for 1st edition Pathfinder and then using those numbers to make the characters I use for BESM d20. With an average character, it comes out to about thirty character points, which for an average game of that system, it leaves you with ten points to play around with before you go into weaknesses/defects. With Caitlynn Wildfire and Israfel Vincent, it leaves me about five points, so that's a bit better than what I came up with their BESM d20 versions.
Why am I putting so much attention into all of this? Mm ... it's just that with what I do on the weekends, which is about a lot of role-playing, it is something I have been toying around with. It goes along in enjoying life a bit more and being a better person. What if I have been wrong about the point system?
The dislike for it did not help that we had an ass of a player who made me angry enough to leave the game for a few years, but he was also the highly opinionated, "You are wrong!" type of person. He showed up at the game, invited by the Security Officer, and pretty much spent the whole evening attacking people. It wasn't until the next morning that I got all these text messages back and forth between the group about his bitching about how I do things ... he was pissed with people having the "wrong" way of doing things and now he made it personal. "The point system is how Pathfinder was meant to be played," he argued and I just said at the time, "If that's what the current Dungeon Master wants, I will either bid by it or not show up." But the damage was done unfornately.
No one online has ever seen my temper. It is ugly and something I'm proud of. But I left ... and right before we were supposed to do the "Grilling and Thrilling!" weekend, to which I was told that the Bearded Lantern and the Bionic Forearm did have a few choice things to say to the guy, but he stayed. I tried to return and be nice to him, but it was a problem since he and I clashed all the time. I swallowed a lot of anger for my promise to not start anything at the garage. So, I finally left. The guy did too later ... ironically, both of us went through amputations dealing with diabetes I do believe. Now, I do NOT wish him ill-will, but I refuse to be at the game if he's going to be there. I was told that he's pretty much given it up. While I'm sorry to hear that, I damned sure don't really care.
It was the conversation I had with the Bionic Forearm who's been the rational person to discuss this, though the Left Fielder has tried a few times ... bless his heart. Both are longtime and best friends of mine as much of my friends are these days, so ... I guess I just thought that if I was going to dislike something so passionately, why not see if there is anything good about it. I will say that the point system does allow for a faster and fairer way to generate stats for a character. I'm still on the fence about which is better.
What do y'all think?
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Coffee With The Princess!
Posted 3 years ago**Giggles!**
Just a nice and simple Happy New Year, y'all! BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Just a nice and simple Happy New Year, y'all! BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
"Enough Talk!"
Posted 3 years ago"Enough Talk!"
**Giggles!**
Last night at the Saturday Night Tabletop Gaming Group's rare but sometimes happens "Friday Night Session", our mighty barbarian, an orc named "It!", I kid you not, managed to make Conan proud! Let me take a few moments to explain ...
The story, told by the Left Fielder who's running a Pathfinder First Edition "Home Brew" game, was that we, through the events of unraveling the mystery of the disappearance of Iona Ferox Dharc, the former heroine of this story, disappeared under unknown circumstances. Our children of the Iconic characters were tasked with their protectors to go and find out what happened by the parents, the Iconics. This lead us to Cheliax and a small town given to a baron who aided in the World Wound campaign to baron in the name of the Empress. Thanks to fortune smiling on us heroes, we are given directions from the Baron to "Solve this problem that our family friend left!" Well, there wouldn't be any fun or story if we didn't, so we do so. What ends up happening ,s that through the investigation, we are forced to gather the three religious houses of worship to aid us in something that could spell the end of the universe. A God of dark and twisted evil, as best as I understand it and am able to tell the story, is coming and it threatens the powers that be in this town: The houses of Asmodeus, Pharasma, and Iomedae. With Princess Kya Vex (played by the Bionic Forearm) and Jason Icelander (played by the Bearded Lantern), we pledge our services to the House of Asmodeus in their defense for the battle. Now, while I inwardly cringed about this since I'm a Lawful Good Paladin named Hypatia "Tia" Verdeschi, daughter of Caitlynn Wildfire and Israfel Vincent, to the gorgeous high priestess I gave my word in service for this one battle. And so we did! Granted we were all 2nd level characters in this slow story, which has been a sojourn to be sure, we managed to defend the temple well enough.
Ok, with me so far? Take a moment and reread all of this because I'm hyper-compressing this story into something that has lots of details lost, but if you have played Pathfinder, you should have a reasonable handle on things.
It! the Orc Barbarian's turn came up, played by the new Big J, a really nice veteran, rushed to the aid of another player, the Dark Druid, playing my ward Ardaena Petra Demetri, a wyvern monk I believe or dragoness at least. He moved his full eight squares and was not able to attack at this point. So, with wild inspiration (which for this insane group of experienced players!), It! decided to throw his great axe at the bad guy who is about to chop into the young lady! Not my turn nor was I really conscious at this point ... having been exhausted and starting to nod off during this enormously long combat that was all we did for last night. It happens ... and in this case that's what happened! With a minus -10 modifier just for the attempt, the mighty barbarian threw his improvised weapon 65 feet across the room and killed this poor bastard with a natural twenty! The grage exploded with cheering and the Security Officer, playing the halfling son, Galfrey Bazzel, the sone of Gilford Bazzle of the same story I wrote back in 2014 or so, is dancing about and re-enacting the scene where Conan thrws his weapon and kills the bad guy in the original and best of the Conan movies!
And like the wizard who traveled with Conan, I'm the one to chronicle this. But what happens to the group later, that is another story to tell ...
**Giggles!**
Last night at the Saturday Night Tabletop Gaming Group's rare but sometimes happens "Friday Night Session", our mighty barbarian, an orc named "It!", I kid you not, managed to make Conan proud! Let me take a few moments to explain ...
The story, told by the Left Fielder who's running a Pathfinder First Edition "Home Brew" game, was that we, through the events of unraveling the mystery of the disappearance of Iona Ferox Dharc, the former heroine of this story, disappeared under unknown circumstances. Our children of the Iconic characters were tasked with their protectors to go and find out what happened by the parents, the Iconics. This lead us to Cheliax and a small town given to a baron who aided in the World Wound campaign to baron in the name of the Empress. Thanks to fortune smiling on us heroes, we are given directions from the Baron to "Solve this problem that our family friend left!" Well, there wouldn't be any fun or story if we didn't, so we do so. What ends up happening ,s that through the investigation, we are forced to gather the three religious houses of worship to aid us in something that could spell the end of the universe. A God of dark and twisted evil, as best as I understand it and am able to tell the story, is coming and it threatens the powers that be in this town: The houses of Asmodeus, Pharasma, and Iomedae. With Princess Kya Vex (played by the Bionic Forearm) and Jason Icelander (played by the Bearded Lantern), we pledge our services to the House of Asmodeus in their defense for the battle. Now, while I inwardly cringed about this since I'm a Lawful Good Paladin named Hypatia "Tia" Verdeschi, daughter of Caitlynn Wildfire and Israfel Vincent, to the gorgeous high priestess I gave my word in service for this one battle. And so we did! Granted we were all 2nd level characters in this slow story, which has been a sojourn to be sure, we managed to defend the temple well enough.
Ok, with me so far? Take a moment and reread all of this because I'm hyper-compressing this story into something that has lots of details lost, but if you have played Pathfinder, you should have a reasonable handle on things.
It! the Orc Barbarian's turn came up, played by the new Big J, a really nice veteran, rushed to the aid of another player, the Dark Druid, playing my ward Ardaena Petra Demetri, a wyvern monk I believe or dragoness at least. He moved his full eight squares and was not able to attack at this point. So, with wild inspiration (which for this insane group of experienced players!), It! decided to throw his great axe at the bad guy who is about to chop into the young lady! Not my turn nor was I really conscious at this point ... having been exhausted and starting to nod off during this enormously long combat that was all we did for last night. It happens ... and in this case that's what happened! With a minus -10 modifier just for the attempt, the mighty barbarian threw his improvised weapon 65 feet across the room and killed this poor bastard with a natural twenty! The grage exploded with cheering and the Security Officer, playing the halfling son, Galfrey Bazzel, the sone of Gilford Bazzle of the same story I wrote back in 2014 or so, is dancing about and re-enacting the scene where Conan thrws his weapon and kills the bad guy in the original and best of the Conan movies!
And like the wizard who traveled with Conan, I'm the one to chronicle this. But what happens to the group later, that is another story to tell ...
T'Was The Night Before Christmas (Eve!)
Posted 3 years agoT'Was The Night Before Christmas (Eve!)
**Giggles!**
I must be one of the most insane people around the Savannah area, including some of our homeless people. Not sure why, though I have a theory, but I woke up, fully awake and able to do something. I got layered up after seeing that for this old Southern gal it was going to be a cold 25 degrees this morning around 1 am or so. So, climbing in Shadowdancer, I drove to the Firm, which was only just a few miles up the street. We've had a few break-ins since I have been there and, while I'm sure the guy who did it was long since arrested for the crime and the same fool who stole my bike so many years ago, I decided to look in on the place.
First thing to check was the four potted bushes out on the sidewalks, which the Building Manager had taken care of by putting them inside. After turning off the alarm, I went in to do a thorough checking around and stayed just long enough to do my time-sheet for next week since I will be technically off. Lastly, logging out, I left and once more secured the building, even double-checking the doors and such. I felt so much better!
After I got back and settled in for the early morning, now being 2:30 am, I sent an e-mail to the bosses to make sure they knew about what I had done. They know I do this from time to time, which is part of the reason for me putting up with the pathetic apartment place's shenanigans. It's a small price to pay for having this ability, but, also, it's one of the cheapest apartments here in Savannah, Georgia. Pretty much this is a copy of the e-mail I sent to them, but I thought y'all might find it cute and something interesting to read while you deal with your own families.
May all of your days be brighter than mine!
[/b]Love and Kisses,
Loonia[/b]
**Giggles!**
I must be one of the most insane people around the Savannah area, including some of our homeless people. Not sure why, though I have a theory, but I woke up, fully awake and able to do something. I got layered up after seeing that for this old Southern gal it was going to be a cold 25 degrees this morning around 1 am or so. So, climbing in Shadowdancer, I drove to the Firm, which was only just a few miles up the street. We've had a few break-ins since I have been there and, while I'm sure the guy who did it was long since arrested for the crime and the same fool who stole my bike so many years ago, I decided to look in on the place.
First thing to check was the four potted bushes out on the sidewalks, which the Building Manager had taken care of by putting them inside. After turning off the alarm, I went in to do a thorough checking around and stayed just long enough to do my time-sheet for next week since I will be technically off. Lastly, logging out, I left and once more secured the building, even double-checking the doors and such. I felt so much better!
After I got back and settled in for the early morning, now being 2:30 am, I sent an e-mail to the bosses to make sure they knew about what I had done. They know I do this from time to time, which is part of the reason for me putting up with the pathetic apartment place's shenanigans. It's a small price to pay for having this ability, but, also, it's one of the cheapest apartments here in Savannah, Georgia. Pretty much this is a copy of the e-mail I sent to them, but I thought y'all might find it cute and something interesting to read while you deal with your own families.
May all of your days be brighter than mine!
[/b]Love and Kisses,
Loonia[/b]
Christmas Vacation!
Posted 3 years agoChristmas Vacation!
**Giggles!**
For as long as I can remember, I have never really had a vacation on or around this time of the year. The various jobs I had did not allow for much downtime. Now, back in high school and college, I worked pretty hard often clocking 40+ hours ... and yes, sometimes on the weekend after I turned legal ago. Often run ragged, stressed out, and my folks, who meant well, stayed right there on my back, forcing me to keep my high grades while I furthered my education. Later, it would be some sort of hotel/motel gig to go along with another part-time job, often pushing me as close to forty hours every week on the later job, but never enough to allow me to get benefits. So, the holidays for me were wild to say the least. I dated both sides of the fence, but I also worked very hard. Most of the jobs I had gave me as many hours as I could handle, I was there early, ready to go, and always volunteered to stay late. The perfect gal-pal employee! ♥
Most of y'know about my dark times, so let's push that aside for now and focus on the good of what's happened through my life. It would be a lot of hard times to work and claw my way up to the Firm that I work from now. Most of y'all also know about the many stories I have written about the Firm, how good they have been to me, and how it's very much like life: there's always going to be the ups and downs. Nevertheless, this is is going to be so different. With all of the medical stuff I have had between 2020 and this year, I had been very frugal with my PTO (Personal Time Off!) and I only get to roll over 40 hours for 2023, so that means I have about thirty or more for the year. Management has been on me to take some time off, but I love my job now more than ever before. It's hard to explain, but the bottom line is I'm happy. Because of the PTO and the graciousness of management allowing the staff to have so many holidays, I get about eleven days off, though there are four that they can call me and ask me to come in. The Office Bunnies (Yes, I still use that term because they are now all lovely!) have said that things should be so quiet there that there is little need for me to be there. The only thing that might happen is the Big Boss (This is the son of the original Big Boss from the 2000s and through 2019 or so!) might ask me to run up to Bluffton for oysters for the New Year's Eve Party or even drive. While I could always use the extra money, this year, I would love not to have to worry about that. So eleven days, starting today, I get to sit around and watch TV and just decompress. No holiday stress for me. No thank you. I had all of my Christmases over the years. ♥
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, y'all! May your times be far better than mine these days! ♥
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
**Giggles!**
For as long as I can remember, I have never really had a vacation on or around this time of the year. The various jobs I had did not allow for much downtime. Now, back in high school and college, I worked pretty hard often clocking 40+ hours ... and yes, sometimes on the weekend after I turned legal ago. Often run ragged, stressed out, and my folks, who meant well, stayed right there on my back, forcing me to keep my high grades while I furthered my education. Later, it would be some sort of hotel/motel gig to go along with another part-time job, often pushing me as close to forty hours every week on the later job, but never enough to allow me to get benefits. So, the holidays for me were wild to say the least. I dated both sides of the fence, but I also worked very hard. Most of the jobs I had gave me as many hours as I could handle, I was there early, ready to go, and always volunteered to stay late. The perfect gal-pal employee! ♥
Most of y'know about my dark times, so let's push that aside for now and focus on the good of what's happened through my life. It would be a lot of hard times to work and claw my way up to the Firm that I work from now. Most of y'all also know about the many stories I have written about the Firm, how good they have been to me, and how it's very much like life: there's always going to be the ups and downs. Nevertheless, this is is going to be so different. With all of the medical stuff I have had between 2020 and this year, I had been very frugal with my PTO (Personal Time Off!) and I only get to roll over 40 hours for 2023, so that means I have about thirty or more for the year. Management has been on me to take some time off, but I love my job now more than ever before. It's hard to explain, but the bottom line is I'm happy. Because of the PTO and the graciousness of management allowing the staff to have so many holidays, I get about eleven days off, though there are four that they can call me and ask me to come in. The Office Bunnies (Yes, I still use that term because they are now all lovely!) have said that things should be so quiet there that there is little need for me to be there. The only thing that might happen is the Big Boss (This is the son of the original Big Boss from the 2000s and through 2019 or so!) might ask me to run up to Bluffton for oysters for the New Year's Eve Party or even drive. While I could always use the extra money, this year, I would love not to have to worry about that. So eleven days, starting today, I get to sit around and watch TV and just decompress. No holiday stress for me. No thank you. I had all of my Christmases over the years. ♥
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, y'all! May your times be far better than mine these days! ♥
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Coffee With The Princess!
Posted 3 years agoCoffee With The Princess!
The Grinch Cages!
**Giggles!**
Good morning, y'all! Merry Christmas! Peace and joy to all! ❤️
In recently years, I have grown to love the Christmas holidays, which in my mind start right before Thanksgiving and flow though to about February 1st or even to Valentine's Day, which is another favorite holiday of mine. Both center around love and fellowship for my fellow gals and guys out there, some of the grooviest people I have had the pleasure to know! Many blessing one and all. ❤️
I'm slowly getting back to telling people about my adventures in this wonderful life that is mine, but also mine to share. I'm going to call this one, "The Grinch Cages!" Years ago, back in those days of the late 1970s, I got to meet my Uncle Buck, the "Redneck Alley Oop!", his brother and my Uncle Charlie called him. Almost seven feet tall, which puts him on the biggest guy I have ever had the pleasure to know, and damned sure larger than life. If you have been a fan or at least checking out some of the Coffee Journals I often write, you know about Uncle Buck. There is the infamous boar hunt on the north end of St. Simons Island, Georgia and the drunken city bus punch-out that is perhaps the tallest of tales told! But, this one is about those cages that Uncle Buck kept in the back of his old pick-up truck and carried everywhere. So, sit down with your favorite drink and enjoy ... ❤️
The Uncles of the South were always dueling with the Great Uncle in the North. Uncles Buck and Charlie raised beagles since they were little kids for hunting as did my Great Uncle Charlie up in the North, Albany, New York. Pop was Great Uncle Charlie's nephew and pretty much helped raise him while he went to college for a while and before he went into the Navy. Pop always loved beagles and that was why we often had at least one of these lovable floppy eared dogs around the house. If you know anything about hunting, beagles are good dogs to catch rabbits and foxes, though like most creatures, some are better than others. Great Uncle Charlie's best were Atlas and Hercules, two of the most lovable beagles I knew. When I stayed with Aunt Margret and him, I got to feed and play with them often enough. I even went one day for to the Beagle Trials where I got to meet some really groovy people. A good many of them were retired and raising beagles or just there for the fun. There was all sorts of food and kids to hang out with. It made me think of Uncle Charlie's house on St. Simons Island, though Great Uncle Charlie did not have Uncle Buck walking across the yard in his bath robe and fuzzy bunny slippers. ❤️
So, you have as I mentioned before, and just now, Uncle Buck lived out in a small camper on Uncle Charlie's property, mostly because they were brothers. Uncle Buck often thought of himself like Rick Flare, the Nature Boy, but I'm not sure who was more flamboyant. Uncle Buck was a character and a half to say the least. Always nice to us kids and never using any of that "Bad Language!" that the ladies hated! "If you use those words, you have a smaller intellect and poorer respect for your fellow man," Gee, my grandmother used to say, usually after Major looked at the brothers and shook his head. "Dumbest pair of Stooges out there that God stretched skin over," Major grumbled, especially when he thought no one was listening.
Being small, I always went unnoticed. Except for Uncle Buck. ❤️
Back in 1976, they had the first beagle trials out on the north end of St. Simons Island around Thanksgiving. The dogs were being put out there to just get them acclimated with the various terrane before taking them up to North Georgia, somewhere above Atlanta if I remember right. Anyways, Uncle Buck had been talking to Great Uncle Charlie up north on the phone and basically there was a gentleman's bet. "Whose dogs could catch the most critters!" or something like this. With pride, Great Uncle Charlie had said that he and the boys had been resting their dogs up and were waiting for the best time to take them out and give them a run. "But if you Southern boys think you can beat us in a contest of the dogs, let's get the show started. I've got a couple of hundreds that need to be spent," the Godfather of Uncles, as I often tease him, announced. Now, Great Uncle Charlie was also a tall man too and it was said that both could stare at each other in the face and probably until one of the wives broke it up. Uncle Charlie was concerned after making the bet ... which always tickled me ... on how he was going to get $200 to cover the bet. Pop heard about this from Mom who had heard it from her mother and sister, my grandmother and Aunt Vesta. Now, I offered to loan them some money and Uncle Charlie down here looked at me and asked me how much I had. "I've got two hundred, sir," I said with pride. "No, you don't, honey," he scoffed. "You don't get an allowance and you aren't that cute!" Mom went after Uncle Charlie with the broom ... once for calling me a liar and two for saying I was not cute. But, Uncle Charlie bet me a twenty that I did not have the two hundred to which I went and got my metal Uncle Sam's bank and opened it up, showing him a plethora of coins, some of them really cool looking coins and probably some collectables, but I had two one hundred dollar bills at the bottom, weighted down by the cash. Uncle Charlie was floored and offered to pay me the owed bet, but I turn him down, saying that he still needed to get the two hundred for the bet. The ladies of the house laughed him and Uncle Buck off to go sit on the porch and drink. I felt terrible and started crying ... I was probably about seven or eight, a very empathic kid and Aunt Vest and Aunt Sara came out there and calmed me down with some words, even Uncle Vincent popped in with some Fantastic Four comics and read them to me to get me to calm down again. Uncle Vincent came down stairs and told the gang I was sleeping off my temper tantrum. ❤️
Both Uncles Charlie and Buck felt terrible about what had happened, but went to work and started doing extra side jobs to get the cash together. I was told that Pop offered to loan them the money, but Mom stepped in. Uncle Buck scooted Pop outside with Uncle Charlie and him to "discuss this!" Mom told me to keep an eye on them. ❤️
Over the next couple of weeks, Uncles Charlie and Buck got the money, even got my twenty for the bet and gave that to Mom who kept on saying, "Proper girls don't bet!" I looked at my Big Sister who shrugged. "Must be an old lady thing," my Big Sister said. ❤️
Nevertheless, the trials were set for the Black Friday after Thanksgiving in 1976, which would mark a few years of "The Civil Gentlemen's War!" It was the Proud North versus the Stubborn South in a war that the ladies involved thought was insanity. But it was fun from what I was told by my cousins from both sides of the United States! And, from what I remember, it was ugly too! Like a Rolling Stone's 3D portrait in HD clarity! With just a touch of Jimmy Hendricks and some acid too. My Big Sister, who had been sent up to her last boarding school back then, said that the trials up in Albany, New York were plenty fun and it was nice to see Pop's side of the family. Now, I got to see the side down here in Georgia before they went to North Georgia for a few more of the trials. It was a few weeks worth of work and lots of fun for a little kid like me! Mom said that the only thing she liked about this was it got me away from my comic books for a while, but I also got teased by my Aunts Vesta and Sara who caught me reading books like The Hobbit, Lord of the Rings three books, Treasure Island, and Through the Looking Glass. "For fun!" I had chirped! ❤️
In the end, the older ladies of both sides of the little war between the Uncles decided that neither one of these gentleman won because they shouldn't have been gambling money that could be put to better use, but also neither one was willing to accept that both gentlemen raised some good dogs. Now, you have to remember, this was back in the day when pictures were taken on photography paper and mailed through the "snail mail", which meant that it took a while for them to work this out. I think my Aunts just got mad that here it was almost Christmas and the war was still going on. So Aunt Margret of the North and Aunt Vesta of the South decided that the money would stay where it needed to stay and this foolishness would stop ...
Uh-huh. Y'All Believe that? ❤️
I was told later in the 1980s after both Uncles Charlies had passed that this little private war of their went on from 1976 through 1984 when both gentlemen stopped dealing with the digs because the men were getting too old for this. Now, I was told that neither uncle had met the other, but they are now up in Heaven now rocking in chairs next to each other and sipping iced tea.
So, you ask about "The Grinch Cages", right? Well, this would go backwards a touch to a Christmas I believe that was 1974 or possibly 1975 ... I met Uncle Buck for the first time since I was a bit older. He said that he remembered when I was a baby and how proud Mom and Pop were of me. "Y'all keep on having these cute kids, Stick and Legs," Uncle Buck called Pop and Mom. When asked, he just shrugged and said, "Hey they go together." Well, I was going in and out of the house on 9th Street of East Beach, Mom and Pop's place that we originally had on the corner of Ocean Road and 9th. Uncle Buck was sitting out on the edge of his truck, talking to some of the guys, uncles and cousins, about the beagles, Loki, Thor, and Balder, I think. Mom had made the comment that Uncle Buck's second wife had suggested the names for the beagles since she was smarter and knew about Norse Mythology, something that Uncle Buck never did. Now, while I thought that was mean, Uncle Buck patted my head and chastised me for badmouthing Mom. "Your Mom's super-smart, honey. Allow her the opinions she comes up with and just love her," he had said. Those words helped me get through some of the rough times with me understanding Mom. Always, Uncle Buck was making sure the dogs were feed and given water while out in the cages. I asked were they in trouble to which Uncle Buck asked, "Why would you say that, honey?" I just pointed to my Big Sister and said, "Her." Uncle Buck laughed. "No, they are just in there to keep them out of trouble and so that I can carry them around," he replied and then explained about the beagle trials. Now, I'd heard of them before and I might have been the one who got the war started by talking to Great Uncle Charlie, though I cannot be sure. But, later, when Christmases of 1974-1976, it was said that Uncle Buck often ferried the bad kids to the Grinch for slave labor! "Only the best for the Grinch!" my Uncle Vincent said! My Big Sister throughout much of my childhood often tormented me and this was part of her regular regime of torture. That and crabs! Eeeee! ❤️
Mm ... perhaps a long way to get to the punchline of the story, but it was worth the trip. ❤️
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
The Grinch Cages!
**Giggles!**
Good morning, y'all! Merry Christmas! Peace and joy to all! ❤️
In recently years, I have grown to love the Christmas holidays, which in my mind start right before Thanksgiving and flow though to about February 1st or even to Valentine's Day, which is another favorite holiday of mine. Both center around love and fellowship for my fellow gals and guys out there, some of the grooviest people I have had the pleasure to know! Many blessing one and all. ❤️
I'm slowly getting back to telling people about my adventures in this wonderful life that is mine, but also mine to share. I'm going to call this one, "The Grinch Cages!" Years ago, back in those days of the late 1970s, I got to meet my Uncle Buck, the "Redneck Alley Oop!", his brother and my Uncle Charlie called him. Almost seven feet tall, which puts him on the biggest guy I have ever had the pleasure to know, and damned sure larger than life. If you have been a fan or at least checking out some of the Coffee Journals I often write, you know about Uncle Buck. There is the infamous boar hunt on the north end of St. Simons Island, Georgia and the drunken city bus punch-out that is perhaps the tallest of tales told! But, this one is about those cages that Uncle Buck kept in the back of his old pick-up truck and carried everywhere. So, sit down with your favorite drink and enjoy ... ❤️
The Uncles of the South were always dueling with the Great Uncle in the North. Uncles Buck and Charlie raised beagles since they were little kids for hunting as did my Great Uncle Charlie up in the North, Albany, New York. Pop was Great Uncle Charlie's nephew and pretty much helped raise him while he went to college for a while and before he went into the Navy. Pop always loved beagles and that was why we often had at least one of these lovable floppy eared dogs around the house. If you know anything about hunting, beagles are good dogs to catch rabbits and foxes, though like most creatures, some are better than others. Great Uncle Charlie's best were Atlas and Hercules, two of the most lovable beagles I knew. When I stayed with Aunt Margret and him, I got to feed and play with them often enough. I even went one day for to the Beagle Trials where I got to meet some really groovy people. A good many of them were retired and raising beagles or just there for the fun. There was all sorts of food and kids to hang out with. It made me think of Uncle Charlie's house on St. Simons Island, though Great Uncle Charlie did not have Uncle Buck walking across the yard in his bath robe and fuzzy bunny slippers. ❤️
So, you have as I mentioned before, and just now, Uncle Buck lived out in a small camper on Uncle Charlie's property, mostly because they were brothers. Uncle Buck often thought of himself like Rick Flare, the Nature Boy, but I'm not sure who was more flamboyant. Uncle Buck was a character and a half to say the least. Always nice to us kids and never using any of that "Bad Language!" that the ladies hated! "If you use those words, you have a smaller intellect and poorer respect for your fellow man," Gee, my grandmother used to say, usually after Major looked at the brothers and shook his head. "Dumbest pair of Stooges out there that God stretched skin over," Major grumbled, especially when he thought no one was listening.
Being small, I always went unnoticed. Except for Uncle Buck. ❤️
Back in 1976, they had the first beagle trials out on the north end of St. Simons Island around Thanksgiving. The dogs were being put out there to just get them acclimated with the various terrane before taking them up to North Georgia, somewhere above Atlanta if I remember right. Anyways, Uncle Buck had been talking to Great Uncle Charlie up north on the phone and basically there was a gentleman's bet. "Whose dogs could catch the most critters!" or something like this. With pride, Great Uncle Charlie had said that he and the boys had been resting their dogs up and were waiting for the best time to take them out and give them a run. "But if you Southern boys think you can beat us in a contest of the dogs, let's get the show started. I've got a couple of hundreds that need to be spent," the Godfather of Uncles, as I often tease him, announced. Now, Great Uncle Charlie was also a tall man too and it was said that both could stare at each other in the face and probably until one of the wives broke it up. Uncle Charlie was concerned after making the bet ... which always tickled me ... on how he was going to get $200 to cover the bet. Pop heard about this from Mom who had heard it from her mother and sister, my grandmother and Aunt Vesta. Now, I offered to loan them some money and Uncle Charlie down here looked at me and asked me how much I had. "I've got two hundred, sir," I said with pride. "No, you don't, honey," he scoffed. "You don't get an allowance and you aren't that cute!" Mom went after Uncle Charlie with the broom ... once for calling me a liar and two for saying I was not cute. But, Uncle Charlie bet me a twenty that I did not have the two hundred to which I went and got my metal Uncle Sam's bank and opened it up, showing him a plethora of coins, some of them really cool looking coins and probably some collectables, but I had two one hundred dollar bills at the bottom, weighted down by the cash. Uncle Charlie was floored and offered to pay me the owed bet, but I turn him down, saying that he still needed to get the two hundred for the bet. The ladies of the house laughed him and Uncle Buck off to go sit on the porch and drink. I felt terrible and started crying ... I was probably about seven or eight, a very empathic kid and Aunt Vest and Aunt Sara came out there and calmed me down with some words, even Uncle Vincent popped in with some Fantastic Four comics and read them to me to get me to calm down again. Uncle Vincent came down stairs and told the gang I was sleeping off my temper tantrum. ❤️
Both Uncles Charlie and Buck felt terrible about what had happened, but went to work and started doing extra side jobs to get the cash together. I was told that Pop offered to loan them the money, but Mom stepped in. Uncle Buck scooted Pop outside with Uncle Charlie and him to "discuss this!" Mom told me to keep an eye on them. ❤️
Over the next couple of weeks, Uncles Charlie and Buck got the money, even got my twenty for the bet and gave that to Mom who kept on saying, "Proper girls don't bet!" I looked at my Big Sister who shrugged. "Must be an old lady thing," my Big Sister said. ❤️
Nevertheless, the trials were set for the Black Friday after Thanksgiving in 1976, which would mark a few years of "The Civil Gentlemen's War!" It was the Proud North versus the Stubborn South in a war that the ladies involved thought was insanity. But it was fun from what I was told by my cousins from both sides of the United States! And, from what I remember, it was ugly too! Like a Rolling Stone's 3D portrait in HD clarity! With just a touch of Jimmy Hendricks and some acid too. My Big Sister, who had been sent up to her last boarding school back then, said that the trials up in Albany, New York were plenty fun and it was nice to see Pop's side of the family. Now, I got to see the side down here in Georgia before they went to North Georgia for a few more of the trials. It was a few weeks worth of work and lots of fun for a little kid like me! Mom said that the only thing she liked about this was it got me away from my comic books for a while, but I also got teased by my Aunts Vesta and Sara who caught me reading books like The Hobbit, Lord of the Rings three books, Treasure Island, and Through the Looking Glass. "For fun!" I had chirped! ❤️
In the end, the older ladies of both sides of the little war between the Uncles decided that neither one of these gentleman won because they shouldn't have been gambling money that could be put to better use, but also neither one was willing to accept that both gentlemen raised some good dogs. Now, you have to remember, this was back in the day when pictures were taken on photography paper and mailed through the "snail mail", which meant that it took a while for them to work this out. I think my Aunts just got mad that here it was almost Christmas and the war was still going on. So Aunt Margret of the North and Aunt Vesta of the South decided that the money would stay where it needed to stay and this foolishness would stop ...
Uh-huh. Y'All Believe that? ❤️
I was told later in the 1980s after both Uncles Charlies had passed that this little private war of their went on from 1976 through 1984 when both gentlemen stopped dealing with the digs because the men were getting too old for this. Now, I was told that neither uncle had met the other, but they are now up in Heaven now rocking in chairs next to each other and sipping iced tea.
So, you ask about "The Grinch Cages", right? Well, this would go backwards a touch to a Christmas I believe that was 1974 or possibly 1975 ... I met Uncle Buck for the first time since I was a bit older. He said that he remembered when I was a baby and how proud Mom and Pop were of me. "Y'all keep on having these cute kids, Stick and Legs," Uncle Buck called Pop and Mom. When asked, he just shrugged and said, "Hey they go together." Well, I was going in and out of the house on 9th Street of East Beach, Mom and Pop's place that we originally had on the corner of Ocean Road and 9th. Uncle Buck was sitting out on the edge of his truck, talking to some of the guys, uncles and cousins, about the beagles, Loki, Thor, and Balder, I think. Mom had made the comment that Uncle Buck's second wife had suggested the names for the beagles since she was smarter and knew about Norse Mythology, something that Uncle Buck never did. Now, while I thought that was mean, Uncle Buck patted my head and chastised me for badmouthing Mom. "Your Mom's super-smart, honey. Allow her the opinions she comes up with and just love her," he had said. Those words helped me get through some of the rough times with me understanding Mom. Always, Uncle Buck was making sure the dogs were feed and given water while out in the cages. I asked were they in trouble to which Uncle Buck asked, "Why would you say that, honey?" I just pointed to my Big Sister and said, "Her." Uncle Buck laughed. "No, they are just in there to keep them out of trouble and so that I can carry them around," he replied and then explained about the beagle trials. Now, I'd heard of them before and I might have been the one who got the war started by talking to Great Uncle Charlie, though I cannot be sure. But, later, when Christmases of 1974-1976, it was said that Uncle Buck often ferried the bad kids to the Grinch for slave labor! "Only the best for the Grinch!" my Uncle Vincent said! My Big Sister throughout much of my childhood often tormented me and this was part of her regular regime of torture. That and crabs! Eeeee! ❤️
Mm ... perhaps a long way to get to the punchline of the story, but it was worth the trip. ❤️
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Coffee With The Princess!
Posted 3 years agoCoffee With The Princess!
Righting A Wrong!
**Giggles!**
Back in the mid-1990s, I was a avid donator of blood to the Red Cross. Even before the 1990s, I was giving blood to the Red Cross back in high school. I want to say that I was about seventeen, perhaps sixteen. While it got me out of class for about an hour or so, it also made me miss gym class, which I liked. The coach told me not to even worry about showing up, though I did pause and wave to him before heading out to give blood. The experience was very cool and even a teachable moment, learning all about how the process works and the benefits of making the body replacing the blood with the platelets, red and white blood cells. All you need to do is drink plenty of water and eat a good meal beforehand. Then, if you diet, you can skip it for the day. Heck, even not worry about exercise after donating. ❤️
For me back right as I started attending Cumberland College, Pop had to be taken to the hospital for open heart surgery. Being a Navy guy for so many years, he was a heavy smoker and coffee drinker, but also ... thanks to my Big Sister and myself ... he was under a lot of stress. But, the hospital down in Jacksonville ... St. Vincent's which made my Mom smile since we had all attended St. Vincent's Academy for Girls back when ... took care of Pop and got him all back onto a road of recovery. Since then, I felt I owed the Red Cross a lot of thanks and continued to donate. Now, to be fair, I cannot say how much blood I donated, but I'm pretty sure I donated every chance I got. The college had a twice the year donation drive and my friends and I often hit the Casino in the Village, it was more of a community center having a bowling alley, skating rink, and a pool, to give. All of the people at both places knew me by name and often called either my Mom or the college to tell the right people they were grateful for people like me. ❤️
Now, let's move forward to what happened to make things troublesome. I donated back in the mid-1990s, for SEARS or something like that, and that was the last time I donated through the Red Cross. The next time I showed up, I want to say it was around the start of the following year's Fourth of July drive ... which I often donated at ... and that was when I was told I had been banned from donating! I frowned and asked why. None of the people there would say and the phone number I called either was disconnected or entered wrongly. I do remember calling a few times from my place out off of Dean Forest, my trailer for those who keep up with my sordid life, and was never told why.
I was angry!
It would be about five or six years later when I would start working for the Firm that I would start donating again, but with the people at the Georgia-Florida Alliance, who are now known as One Blood. I didn't think to mention to them right off about the trouble with the Red Cross, but I would on the second visit, especially after all the phone calls I got from them, asking for donations. Being O+ meant that I was needed since it's the most common blood type, but I believe that O Negative is the universal blood type, meaning anyone can get this. Still, these fine people were happy to have me give! Like I said, on the second visit, which was at a place just right up the street from the Firm and where I would late give for so many years before they closed it down, I mentioned about Red Cross and their banning me. The lady, who was my favorite nurse ... gorgeous and red hair to boot! ... said that she had heard this sort of thing before, but no one was able to say why. I told her thanks and that I would keep on donating through them, to which they were happy about. I want to say before the decade was out, I had donated about 8 gallons ... seems like I got a coffee mug from them too. ❤️
Well, recently and once again, our clients at the real estate brokers office had a blood drive, so I went down there to try. And again, I was turned down, saying I was banned from donating. Now, here's where my temper flared. They all ... including some of the real estate agents gave me the skunk-eye! I got really angry and decided that I would make a trip to the Red Cross donation center just down the street from Carrabba's, Pop's favorite Italian restaurant. The gal behind the counter was so nice ... now on my growing list of favorite nurses and a redhead to boot! She was floored by the accusation and inquiry, but told me that I should get this checked out. I told her that I had been a patient of Doc's for a while now and she nodded, saying that her Mom goes there too. After a bit of chatter, she gave me the infamous phone number ... to which I asked was it an active number ... and she nodded. "Yes, honey," she said. "I just called it this morning for some business." I nodded and headed out to call from the privacy of my apartment.
The call was interesting. The lady who I dealt with was quick on the gun and checked her notes after hearing that this happened back in the 1990s. She said that there was an enzyme in the liver that could turn up and give a false positive for HIV or Hepatitis B and/or C ... I think. I told her that I had been donating for over a decade now with One Blood after being given the ban-hammer by Red Cross. She nodded after giggling. "I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to laugh, but this is something that crops up more often than you would expect." I really loved her laugh! She said that she handles all of these sort of calls, so she could pretty much guarantee that within a month and a half, this should be cleared up. ❤️
While I haven't heard back from them, it's only been a couple of weeks, no no pressure. Still, it will be good to have this wrong righted. Now, I blame myself for staying so angry with them for so long and letting this slide, but the lady on the line told me that this had been discovered about a few years ago and they didn't think to have it checked out. I suggested that they should mention this and she agreed. If it will is left up to the people who run the organization I suppose.
Pop would smile from heaven over this little triumph! ❤️
BE Happy! ❤️
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Righting A Wrong!
**Giggles!**
Back in the mid-1990s, I was a avid donator of blood to the Red Cross. Even before the 1990s, I was giving blood to the Red Cross back in high school. I want to say that I was about seventeen, perhaps sixteen. While it got me out of class for about an hour or so, it also made me miss gym class, which I liked. The coach told me not to even worry about showing up, though I did pause and wave to him before heading out to give blood. The experience was very cool and even a teachable moment, learning all about how the process works and the benefits of making the body replacing the blood with the platelets, red and white blood cells. All you need to do is drink plenty of water and eat a good meal beforehand. Then, if you diet, you can skip it for the day. Heck, even not worry about exercise after donating. ❤️
For me back right as I started attending Cumberland College, Pop had to be taken to the hospital for open heart surgery. Being a Navy guy for so many years, he was a heavy smoker and coffee drinker, but also ... thanks to my Big Sister and myself ... he was under a lot of stress. But, the hospital down in Jacksonville ... St. Vincent's which made my Mom smile since we had all attended St. Vincent's Academy for Girls back when ... took care of Pop and got him all back onto a road of recovery. Since then, I felt I owed the Red Cross a lot of thanks and continued to donate. Now, to be fair, I cannot say how much blood I donated, but I'm pretty sure I donated every chance I got. The college had a twice the year donation drive and my friends and I often hit the Casino in the Village, it was more of a community center having a bowling alley, skating rink, and a pool, to give. All of the people at both places knew me by name and often called either my Mom or the college to tell the right people they were grateful for people like me. ❤️
Now, let's move forward to what happened to make things troublesome. I donated back in the mid-1990s, for SEARS or something like that, and that was the last time I donated through the Red Cross. The next time I showed up, I want to say it was around the start of the following year's Fourth of July drive ... which I often donated at ... and that was when I was told I had been banned from donating! I frowned and asked why. None of the people there would say and the phone number I called either was disconnected or entered wrongly. I do remember calling a few times from my place out off of Dean Forest, my trailer for those who keep up with my sordid life, and was never told why.
I was angry!
It would be about five or six years later when I would start working for the Firm that I would start donating again, but with the people at the Georgia-Florida Alliance, who are now known as One Blood. I didn't think to mention to them right off about the trouble with the Red Cross, but I would on the second visit, especially after all the phone calls I got from them, asking for donations. Being O+ meant that I was needed since it's the most common blood type, but I believe that O Negative is the universal blood type, meaning anyone can get this. Still, these fine people were happy to have me give! Like I said, on the second visit, which was at a place just right up the street from the Firm and where I would late give for so many years before they closed it down, I mentioned about Red Cross and their banning me. The lady, who was my favorite nurse ... gorgeous and red hair to boot! ... said that she had heard this sort of thing before, but no one was able to say why. I told her thanks and that I would keep on donating through them, to which they were happy about. I want to say before the decade was out, I had donated about 8 gallons ... seems like I got a coffee mug from them too. ❤️
Well, recently and once again, our clients at the real estate brokers office had a blood drive, so I went down there to try. And again, I was turned down, saying I was banned from donating. Now, here's where my temper flared. They all ... including some of the real estate agents gave me the skunk-eye! I got really angry and decided that I would make a trip to the Red Cross donation center just down the street from Carrabba's, Pop's favorite Italian restaurant. The gal behind the counter was so nice ... now on my growing list of favorite nurses and a redhead to boot! She was floored by the accusation and inquiry, but told me that I should get this checked out. I told her that I had been a patient of Doc's for a while now and she nodded, saying that her Mom goes there too. After a bit of chatter, she gave me the infamous phone number ... to which I asked was it an active number ... and she nodded. "Yes, honey," she said. "I just called it this morning for some business." I nodded and headed out to call from the privacy of my apartment.
The call was interesting. The lady who I dealt with was quick on the gun and checked her notes after hearing that this happened back in the 1990s. She said that there was an enzyme in the liver that could turn up and give a false positive for HIV or Hepatitis B and/or C ... I think. I told her that I had been donating for over a decade now with One Blood after being given the ban-hammer by Red Cross. She nodded after giggling. "I'm sorry, honey. I didn't mean to laugh, but this is something that crops up more often than you would expect." I really loved her laugh! She said that she handles all of these sort of calls, so she could pretty much guarantee that within a month and a half, this should be cleared up. ❤️
While I haven't heard back from them, it's only been a couple of weeks, no no pressure. Still, it will be good to have this wrong righted. Now, I blame myself for staying so angry with them for so long and letting this slide, but the lady on the line told me that this had been discovered about a few years ago and they didn't think to have it checked out. I suggested that they should mention this and she agreed. If it will is left up to the people who run the organization I suppose.
Pop would smile from heaven over this little triumph! ❤️
BE Happy! ❤️
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Coffee With The Princess!
Posted 3 years agoCoffee With The Princess!
The Cost Of Living!
Recently, I learned about the suicide of Jason David Frank, the Green Ranger from the Power Rangers and the horrible events that lead up to this man leaving us. His family and friends have my deepest sympathies.
I was not a big Power Rangers fan, mainly because I worked for a living. Much of the 1990s was a time of struggle for me to find my own way through life, but to basically work and and all jobs I could get. This meant that I was the one always called on to come into work because they knew if I said I would be there, I would be there long before the shift started. Managers knew I would step in and do what needed to be done. I can honestly say that I only balked at this once in my life, but to be fair, it was a birthday party and with my friends over at my folk's house on St. Simons Island, Georgia. And the guy was also notorious for doing whatever he could to get out of work ... and that night he demanded that "You need to get your ass in here and work, dammit!" Unlike him, I also had asked for this day off two weeks before hand and even management said, "That's completely fair on her part!" But, the reason I ended up watching some of the show was my friend, Ase ... some of y'all know that she passed back in the early fall of 1999 due to complications to Sickle Cell Anemia. She loved that show! So, I would often come by to bring what little food and/or money I could to help her and sit there for half an hour or more and watch the show. Personally, we both loved the Green Ranger, but what I remember sticking a chord for me was the Public Service Announcements they did at the end of the show, very much like the Filmation He-Man and She-Ra cartoons did. They also explained the don'ts when it came to martial arts, leaving it to be explored by the kids with hopefully their parents helping them get involved with a martial arts studio or dojo. My niece and nephews watched the show religiously as well, often catching the show around the same time as the X-Men cartoon on Fox. Those were good times for Saturday morning! ❤️
Suicide was not something I thought about growing up, but there had been a few times where I felt the question come to mind. If you have followed me for a while now, you know about my harsh health issues of recent and my dark years around the 1990s. It's not something to be ignored, not at all ... but there was a time recently around 2018-2020 where I had started to consider it. Rough times with work, friends, family, and depression was rampant. I was not sleeping much, averaging about an hour and a half or so a night. Between the stress and the depression, I probably would have gone this route.
Gang, I have said this a lot over the past few years ... and gawd, I beg you again ... keep an eye on each other. If you see someone, a friend, a loved one, family, or just someone you have seen and they are not doing right, try and stop to talk to them. Take a moment to understand what's going on and then see about encouraging them to get help, please. I did NOT realize how bad things got with me recently nor back in 1990s. The later was because I was too angry to listen and the former was a little of everything. This time around, I got help and got a lot of it! The gang at the Saturday Night Tabletop Group, especially the Bearded Lantern and his wife, have been instrumental in helping me as much as they can. Find a good friend, one you trust, to be that guy or gal to keep an eye on you. Chances are, you will get the opportunity to help them out too.
Make your life the best you can, gang! It takes constant hard work and vigilance!
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
The Cost Of Living!
Recently, I learned about the suicide of Jason David Frank, the Green Ranger from the Power Rangers and the horrible events that lead up to this man leaving us. His family and friends have my deepest sympathies.
I was not a big Power Rangers fan, mainly because I worked for a living. Much of the 1990s was a time of struggle for me to find my own way through life, but to basically work and and all jobs I could get. This meant that I was the one always called on to come into work because they knew if I said I would be there, I would be there long before the shift started. Managers knew I would step in and do what needed to be done. I can honestly say that I only balked at this once in my life, but to be fair, it was a birthday party and with my friends over at my folk's house on St. Simons Island, Georgia. And the guy was also notorious for doing whatever he could to get out of work ... and that night he demanded that "You need to get your ass in here and work, dammit!" Unlike him, I also had asked for this day off two weeks before hand and even management said, "That's completely fair on her part!" But, the reason I ended up watching some of the show was my friend, Ase ... some of y'all know that she passed back in the early fall of 1999 due to complications to Sickle Cell Anemia. She loved that show! So, I would often come by to bring what little food and/or money I could to help her and sit there for half an hour or more and watch the show. Personally, we both loved the Green Ranger, but what I remember sticking a chord for me was the Public Service Announcements they did at the end of the show, very much like the Filmation He-Man and She-Ra cartoons did. They also explained the don'ts when it came to martial arts, leaving it to be explored by the kids with hopefully their parents helping them get involved with a martial arts studio or dojo. My niece and nephews watched the show religiously as well, often catching the show around the same time as the X-Men cartoon on Fox. Those were good times for Saturday morning! ❤️
Suicide was not something I thought about growing up, but there had been a few times where I felt the question come to mind. If you have followed me for a while now, you know about my harsh health issues of recent and my dark years around the 1990s. It's not something to be ignored, not at all ... but there was a time recently around 2018-2020 where I had started to consider it. Rough times with work, friends, family, and depression was rampant. I was not sleeping much, averaging about an hour and a half or so a night. Between the stress and the depression, I probably would have gone this route.
Gang, I have said this a lot over the past few years ... and gawd, I beg you again ... keep an eye on each other. If you see someone, a friend, a loved one, family, or just someone you have seen and they are not doing right, try and stop to talk to them. Take a moment to understand what's going on and then see about encouraging them to get help, please. I did NOT realize how bad things got with me recently nor back in 1990s. The later was because I was too angry to listen and the former was a little of everything. This time around, I got help and got a lot of it! The gang at the Saturday Night Tabletop Group, especially the Bearded Lantern and his wife, have been instrumental in helping me as much as they can. Find a good friend, one you trust, to be that guy or gal to keep an eye on you. Chances are, you will get the opportunity to help them out too.
Make your life the best you can, gang! It takes constant hard work and vigilance!
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Coffee With The Princess!
Posted 3 years agoCoffee With The Princess!
Karma's A Bitch!
**Giggles!**
Before I get started with this morning's journal, let me thank all of y'all for keeping up with these missives over the years, especially these done over the last three years or so. Thank, y'll for taking the time to read them. ❤️
Many of y'all out there remember the little white pick up truck I got from an unnamed dealership back in 2019, I believe. That was the one that I was told was $3000 and in good working condition. What I didn't know because I was sleep deprived, depressed, and exhausted at the end of the day that this piece of garbage was jury-rigged with some sort of clutch assembly kit where the fool that did the work on this punched a hole in the engine compartment and ran a cable to the clutch to allow the thing to shift properly. Now, I will say that it was not only a good little truck, but fun to drive for about five months or so. Then around the middle of the next year, it crapped out. I had the POS towed to a local and trusted mechanic who does the work for so many of us who are fed up with the franchise places screwing us out of our money. The guy told me that with the jury-rigging done by an unknown mechanic, probably the dealership or it could have been the owner, no mechanic around town would touch this truck with an 80-meter cattle prod. So, upset and angry, I sold the POS back to the dealership who ran a scrap yard. Later, I would write them an e-mail and send it to the guy who sold me this truck and pretty much tell him off:
"You got me, you bastard. Good for you. I hope you sleep well with such a huge commission that not only did I put on my Discover card, but was paid off by this previous year's bonus and a lot of hard work. You told me the truck had been checked out and would be a good vehicle for me. I have no leg to stand on, but I will make it my mission to make sure you screw less people over in the future."
Most of you are laughing at or with me ... and to be fair, I cannot say I blame you. I often get myself into situations like this because I'm an easy mark. I often take people at face-value until they prove to me that they really are not worth trusting. Here on DA or FA, depending on the site you are reading this off of, it's gotten me a few artists who have taken my money and wandered off, telling me to go pound sand. Trust me, there's been a few ... and even a couple who lied so many times and I kept supporting them ... the laughter from y'all is seriously justified. But, be careful, y'all who do this to people, Karma's a bitch. ❤️
Now, on Wednesday, November 9th, 2022, I got a voice message that I almost deleted. It was from said dealer ship and the sales weasel wanting to not only buy the truck back, but to earn my business. Now, as luck would have it, I was at the mechanic's shop getting a few things done for the Firm, so this was going to be the best phone call ever! I was super-nice to the guy and even chatted with him for a few moments, making all of the polite Southern chatter I was expected to make. He asked me how I was enjoying the truck that he had sold me and wanted to know if he might have the chance to buy it back.
**Cue the Evil Laughter!**
And it was showtime, bitches! I was very angry and direct without using terrible language, but I told him that not only was the thing deader than Julius Caesar, but the thing crapped out within three months (though the truth might be that it was longer than that, perhaps six months, but I was angry!) I had paid $3000 for the truck, taxes, tag, and all of the other crap to make the thing legal, which added up to $5000! I told him flatly, "You want to earn my business, you cut me check for $5000!" I also got the satisfaction to tell him that if I had been sharper and more focused back then instead of a doormat that he had taken advantage of, his two goofball buddies who were laughing at the idea that this POS truck was getting sold. When I noticed them laughing and pointing, I asked them what happened, but they walked off, still snickering and I do believe still talking ... they might not have gotten my business. That's further to my shame. But here it's been three years for them to try and even make this right ... I want to say I bought this back in November of 2019 ... so here we are.
I took a deep breath, feeling my rage about to break through my limited control, and yet I calmed down enough to tell him this:
"Apologies at this point will not be enough. You and your dealership have made an intractable enemy of me. Good for you. You knew after you swore that the truck was good. Your goofball sales weasels had a great laugh. And the dealership made a hardworking gal like me a prized knucklehead. Since I know y'all will never cut me the check for $5000, I will go now and hope you can live with yourself. Good day."
And I hung up, almost in tears ... and yet with some satisfaction. Now, I did go into the shop and apologize to the gal behind the desk and even the mechanic who later laughed and said that everyone heard me, probably back to the Firm, he added. Both understood and so did the customers. One even asked me if I was going to be ok. I smiled and said, "Sure, honey. I'm better than I deserve." And that's Gawd,s honest truth there. Not often does one get to satisfy such a desire to just let a fool know how you feel. ❤️
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Karma's A Bitch!
**Giggles!**
Before I get started with this morning's journal, let me thank all of y'all for keeping up with these missives over the years, especially these done over the last three years or so. Thank, y'll for taking the time to read them. ❤️
Many of y'all out there remember the little white pick up truck I got from an unnamed dealership back in 2019, I believe. That was the one that I was told was $3000 and in good working condition. What I didn't know because I was sleep deprived, depressed, and exhausted at the end of the day that this piece of garbage was jury-rigged with some sort of clutch assembly kit where the fool that did the work on this punched a hole in the engine compartment and ran a cable to the clutch to allow the thing to shift properly. Now, I will say that it was not only a good little truck, but fun to drive for about five months or so. Then around the middle of the next year, it crapped out. I had the POS towed to a local and trusted mechanic who does the work for so many of us who are fed up with the franchise places screwing us out of our money. The guy told me that with the jury-rigging done by an unknown mechanic, probably the dealership or it could have been the owner, no mechanic around town would touch this truck with an 80-meter cattle prod. So, upset and angry, I sold the POS back to the dealership who ran a scrap yard. Later, I would write them an e-mail and send it to the guy who sold me this truck and pretty much tell him off:
"You got me, you bastard. Good for you. I hope you sleep well with such a huge commission that not only did I put on my Discover card, but was paid off by this previous year's bonus and a lot of hard work. You told me the truck had been checked out and would be a good vehicle for me. I have no leg to stand on, but I will make it my mission to make sure you screw less people over in the future."
Most of you are laughing at or with me ... and to be fair, I cannot say I blame you. I often get myself into situations like this because I'm an easy mark. I often take people at face-value until they prove to me that they really are not worth trusting. Here on DA or FA, depending on the site you are reading this off of, it's gotten me a few artists who have taken my money and wandered off, telling me to go pound sand. Trust me, there's been a few ... and even a couple who lied so many times and I kept supporting them ... the laughter from y'all is seriously justified. But, be careful, y'all who do this to people, Karma's a bitch. ❤️
Now, on Wednesday, November 9th, 2022, I got a voice message that I almost deleted. It was from said dealer ship and the sales weasel wanting to not only buy the truck back, but to earn my business. Now, as luck would have it, I was at the mechanic's shop getting a few things done for the Firm, so this was going to be the best phone call ever! I was super-nice to the guy and even chatted with him for a few moments, making all of the polite Southern chatter I was expected to make. He asked me how I was enjoying the truck that he had sold me and wanted to know if he might have the chance to buy it back.
**Cue the Evil Laughter!**
And it was showtime, bitches! I was very angry and direct without using terrible language, but I told him that not only was the thing deader than Julius Caesar, but the thing crapped out within three months (though the truth might be that it was longer than that, perhaps six months, but I was angry!) I had paid $3000 for the truck, taxes, tag, and all of the other crap to make the thing legal, which added up to $5000! I told him flatly, "You want to earn my business, you cut me check for $5000!" I also got the satisfaction to tell him that if I had been sharper and more focused back then instead of a doormat that he had taken advantage of, his two goofball buddies who were laughing at the idea that this POS truck was getting sold. When I noticed them laughing and pointing, I asked them what happened, but they walked off, still snickering and I do believe still talking ... they might not have gotten my business. That's further to my shame. But here it's been three years for them to try and even make this right ... I want to say I bought this back in November of 2019 ... so here we are.
I took a deep breath, feeling my rage about to break through my limited control, and yet I calmed down enough to tell him this:
"Apologies at this point will not be enough. You and your dealership have made an intractable enemy of me. Good for you. You knew after you swore that the truck was good. Your goofball sales weasels had a great laugh. And the dealership made a hardworking gal like me a prized knucklehead. Since I know y'all will never cut me the check for $5000, I will go now and hope you can live with yourself. Good day."
And I hung up, almost in tears ... and yet with some satisfaction. Now, I did go into the shop and apologize to the gal behind the desk and even the mechanic who later laughed and said that everyone heard me, probably back to the Firm, he added. Both understood and so did the customers. One even asked me if I was going to be ok. I smiled and said, "Sure, honey. I'm better than I deserve." And that's Gawd,s honest truth there. Not often does one get to satisfy such a desire to just let a fool know how you feel. ❤️
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Coffee With The Princess!
Posted 3 years agoCoffee With The Princess!
My Life!
**Giggles!**
Good morning to y'all this morning! May you have a great day like myself! ❤️
This has been a really groovy weekend, pretty much from start to finish, there was such a delight to say the least. Let me fill you in, please! ❤️
With a great start to Friday between paying the bills for the start of the month, making sure the gang had doughnuts and coffee, and even double-checking on the roamer truck we are borrowing from one of the wonderful bosses here at the Firm while he's healing, I managed to get home and warmed up with some light role-playing with Caitlynn Wildfire and Israfel Vincent, the Destiny's Daughters, on the List (f-list.net) ... the difference just in case people need or want to know is Destiny's Daughters are more human-looking and the Stretching Things's gals are the anthropomorphic gals that people know pretty good too, the Mighty PlastiCat and Ricochet KaBoom! The Impossible Girl! So, after a few hours of this, I packed up my gear for the first time since ... 2019 I think ... the second edition to the popular role-playing game known as Villains and Vigilantes. This was going to be a treat to say the least!
And it sure was! I got to hang out with my friends, Mr. Scott's fun-loving family. They welcomed me and we set up with the wife, Ms. Kym, listening in for bit before she apologized and said that she needed to stretch out and rest up. Wishing her well, the rest of us sat down at the kitchen counter and started to work. Both Mr. Scott's and the Dark Druid's characters found themselves dropped into life without too many memories of who and what they were, but slowly as we role-played, they found that their memories were shattered like glass and the fragments were going to take time putting back together. Each person found out that they were unique in their abilities, but, as they teamed up with either with Caitlynn Wildfire, who was working at Crossroads' Trainyard, or Israfel Vincent, who was working at the Flip Side: Comics and Games Shop that she owns. Both characters could not understand the words of the locals because of whatever it was that was keeping them from understanding ... and this was allowing me to get them involved with the story idea that I had slowly cogitating within the creative caldron of my mind. It was about three hours of pure fun! ❤️
We ended up breaking for the time being and I awarded them a thousand experience points with the Dark Druid having earned 200 extra points for a thought that she had about a detail in the story that she liked and even helped clarify. So, dinner was served, something that I don't often do since I want to sleep on an empty tummy these days. This helps me sleep deeper and longer, but the food was too good to pass up. Pulled pork sandwiches, barbecued baked beans, and coleslaw completed the meal's menu and it was delicious. Later as we were playing with the various cats they have around their place and Ms. Kym and the Quiet Gentleman, I want to say that this fine fellow is Ms. Kym's Pop, joined ups for the meal and really made it a family event and fellowship. Now, y'all know my fine folks have long since passed this mortal coil and I don't often hang out with my Big Sister because of distance and her habits of smoking pot and drinking, though her husband has said that she's not drinking and not smoking as much pot ... I have a hard time believing that, y'all ... but, I just don't want to any more. Family events are not a life's menu choice for me, but I still appreciate whatever the fellowship I can get. These people invited me to dinner and then we sat around a campfire outback and just chilled and chatted. ❤️
Later on Saturday Night, the Tabletop Gaming Group assembled and played the restarting of the game's enjoyment, even with a slightly changed and modified "There's a Crisis at the Crusader Citadel!" adventure. We had Wolverine, Spider-Man, and even the Crow as characters, along with the original characters of Flux, the two characters spoken about above ... and they don't have names yet, but that's ok ... and then my gals too. The story started with the trashing of the X-Mansion and then lead them to what looked like a botched attempt at hitting the Baxter Building, home of the legendary Fantastic Four, and then the sight of the Crusader Citadel, New York's newest known group of superheroes. The group had originally formed back during World War II, from what Israfel was able to tell the group from the history of her parents, Vincent Verdeschi, who was known as the American Eagle and then later renamed to the American Condor, and Hypatia Vincent Verdeschi was known as Metamorphic or Morphia and then later as Plastique for a few years after semi-retirement. The group was trained with the help of these two legends and then they went on their way to forge the legends of the Crusaders ...
As I write this, I have to remember that we originally put the citadel in Crossroads a while back for one or two games, so some of y'll might remember the group being mentioned there and being known as the Crusaders of Crossroads. I have not entirely forgotten that detail.
If you remember the infamous module from those days, you will know that there are two main points of conflict with the way they layout things. The robbery of Manning Enterprises (I think that's the name without having to look this up!) and the assault on the citadel. Now with our heroes, they ended up hitting the citadel with some stealth, but ended up with a massive fight on their hands with the Crushers, the Crusaders's infamous confederation of villains with three extra bad guys too ... so with eight heroes and nine villains, the fight was started just like the X-Men cartoon from the eighties! "Start the ball, Aqua-dude!" Wolverine shouted as his claws popped out and it was on!
It took about two hours to work through this huge fight ... and that was just one turn of combat to start thinning out the bad guys, especially with a guy who gave off the feeling of Magneto, just dressed all in black! That fellow ended up knocking out the Dark Druid's character and getting Israfel into trying to get her free. A slap to Israfel with the magnetic powers sent the copper top sailing and sent Caitlynn into a blind rage! More fighting and a slow bit of success! Spidey managed to web down the stunned Bull after being knocked about by Mr. Scott's character and then later Flux managed to merge Bull into the floor ... who managed to make his saves and was still amazingly alive! The beating of the bad guys was going steadily, but with some difficulty with powers being countered and the bad guys managing to hold their own. Taking out the dark and sister floating master of magnetism (of sorts!) by the Wolverine allowed the Crow to manage to get a few shots in to neutralize the Inferno and Tremor was taken down by someone ... just like the thinning out of the Crushers was going along with some difficulty.
But, we managed to take them out and then the heroes started their searching of the citadel, which lead to the horror of Marionette snagging ahold of Israfel with her mind-control! Not wishing to hurt the beloved copper top, Flux came up with the brilliant idea of finding out who this was with the fire systems ... and then the Dark Druid remembered her telepathy, so we were able to deal with the ten inch-tall terror. Once that was done, they freed the Crusaders who gave them a bit of an information dump of what happened and things started falling into place with the other attacks on X-Mansion and the Baxter Building. From what the Dark Druid could ascertain with the mind-scan, the villains were looking for technology and the deduction of the two places in New York was Stark International and Manning Enterprises. The gang decided to check out Manning Enterprises to be sure ...
... And that lead to the last fight for the night with the crew using some tactics by pushing over a stack of crates onto the villains in a three pronged attack. It was reasonably quick with some problems with Mocker, which is about right a lot of times. But, with a few good efforts, we managed to get him taken care of ... and we ended the night with a bit more of a wrap-up, which kept the gang thrilled and it was a good game session too! ❤️
We will be returning to the Left Fielder's Icons Game on this coming Saturday Night, so I will be returning to my role as player, which I'm looking forward to! So ends the groovy weekend for yours truly! Hope y'all have a great day! ❤️
BE Happy! ❤️
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
My Life!
**Giggles!**
Good morning to y'all this morning! May you have a great day like myself! ❤️
This has been a really groovy weekend, pretty much from start to finish, there was such a delight to say the least. Let me fill you in, please! ❤️
With a great start to Friday between paying the bills for the start of the month, making sure the gang had doughnuts and coffee, and even double-checking on the roamer truck we are borrowing from one of the wonderful bosses here at the Firm while he's healing, I managed to get home and warmed up with some light role-playing with Caitlynn Wildfire and Israfel Vincent, the Destiny's Daughters, on the List (f-list.net) ... the difference just in case people need or want to know is Destiny's Daughters are more human-looking and the Stretching Things's gals are the anthropomorphic gals that people know pretty good too, the Mighty PlastiCat and Ricochet KaBoom! The Impossible Girl! So, after a few hours of this, I packed up my gear for the first time since ... 2019 I think ... the second edition to the popular role-playing game known as Villains and Vigilantes. This was going to be a treat to say the least!
And it sure was! I got to hang out with my friends, Mr. Scott's fun-loving family. They welcomed me and we set up with the wife, Ms. Kym, listening in for bit before she apologized and said that she needed to stretch out and rest up. Wishing her well, the rest of us sat down at the kitchen counter and started to work. Both Mr. Scott's and the Dark Druid's characters found themselves dropped into life without too many memories of who and what they were, but slowly as we role-played, they found that their memories were shattered like glass and the fragments were going to take time putting back together. Each person found out that they were unique in their abilities, but, as they teamed up with either with Caitlynn Wildfire, who was working at Crossroads' Trainyard, or Israfel Vincent, who was working at the Flip Side: Comics and Games Shop that she owns. Both characters could not understand the words of the locals because of whatever it was that was keeping them from understanding ... and this was allowing me to get them involved with the story idea that I had slowly cogitating within the creative caldron of my mind. It was about three hours of pure fun! ❤️
We ended up breaking for the time being and I awarded them a thousand experience points with the Dark Druid having earned 200 extra points for a thought that she had about a detail in the story that she liked and even helped clarify. So, dinner was served, something that I don't often do since I want to sleep on an empty tummy these days. This helps me sleep deeper and longer, but the food was too good to pass up. Pulled pork sandwiches, barbecued baked beans, and coleslaw completed the meal's menu and it was delicious. Later as we were playing with the various cats they have around their place and Ms. Kym and the Quiet Gentleman, I want to say that this fine fellow is Ms. Kym's Pop, joined ups for the meal and really made it a family event and fellowship. Now, y'all know my fine folks have long since passed this mortal coil and I don't often hang out with my Big Sister because of distance and her habits of smoking pot and drinking, though her husband has said that she's not drinking and not smoking as much pot ... I have a hard time believing that, y'all ... but, I just don't want to any more. Family events are not a life's menu choice for me, but I still appreciate whatever the fellowship I can get. These people invited me to dinner and then we sat around a campfire outback and just chilled and chatted. ❤️
Later on Saturday Night, the Tabletop Gaming Group assembled and played the restarting of the game's enjoyment, even with a slightly changed and modified "There's a Crisis at the Crusader Citadel!" adventure. We had Wolverine, Spider-Man, and even the Crow as characters, along with the original characters of Flux, the two characters spoken about above ... and they don't have names yet, but that's ok ... and then my gals too. The story started with the trashing of the X-Mansion and then lead them to what looked like a botched attempt at hitting the Baxter Building, home of the legendary Fantastic Four, and then the sight of the Crusader Citadel, New York's newest known group of superheroes. The group had originally formed back during World War II, from what Israfel was able to tell the group from the history of her parents, Vincent Verdeschi, who was known as the American Eagle and then later renamed to the American Condor, and Hypatia Vincent Verdeschi was known as Metamorphic or Morphia and then later as Plastique for a few years after semi-retirement. The group was trained with the help of these two legends and then they went on their way to forge the legends of the Crusaders ...
As I write this, I have to remember that we originally put the citadel in Crossroads a while back for one or two games, so some of y'll might remember the group being mentioned there and being known as the Crusaders of Crossroads. I have not entirely forgotten that detail.
If you remember the infamous module from those days, you will know that there are two main points of conflict with the way they layout things. The robbery of Manning Enterprises (I think that's the name without having to look this up!) and the assault on the citadel. Now with our heroes, they ended up hitting the citadel with some stealth, but ended up with a massive fight on their hands with the Crushers, the Crusaders's infamous confederation of villains with three extra bad guys too ... so with eight heroes and nine villains, the fight was started just like the X-Men cartoon from the eighties! "Start the ball, Aqua-dude!" Wolverine shouted as his claws popped out and it was on!
It took about two hours to work through this huge fight ... and that was just one turn of combat to start thinning out the bad guys, especially with a guy who gave off the feeling of Magneto, just dressed all in black! That fellow ended up knocking out the Dark Druid's character and getting Israfel into trying to get her free. A slap to Israfel with the magnetic powers sent the copper top sailing and sent Caitlynn into a blind rage! More fighting and a slow bit of success! Spidey managed to web down the stunned Bull after being knocked about by Mr. Scott's character and then later Flux managed to merge Bull into the floor ... who managed to make his saves and was still amazingly alive! The beating of the bad guys was going steadily, but with some difficulty with powers being countered and the bad guys managing to hold their own. Taking out the dark and sister floating master of magnetism (of sorts!) by the Wolverine allowed the Crow to manage to get a few shots in to neutralize the Inferno and Tremor was taken down by someone ... just like the thinning out of the Crushers was going along with some difficulty.
But, we managed to take them out and then the heroes started their searching of the citadel, which lead to the horror of Marionette snagging ahold of Israfel with her mind-control! Not wishing to hurt the beloved copper top, Flux came up with the brilliant idea of finding out who this was with the fire systems ... and then the Dark Druid remembered her telepathy, so we were able to deal with the ten inch-tall terror. Once that was done, they freed the Crusaders who gave them a bit of an information dump of what happened and things started falling into place with the other attacks on X-Mansion and the Baxter Building. From what the Dark Druid could ascertain with the mind-scan, the villains were looking for technology and the deduction of the two places in New York was Stark International and Manning Enterprises. The gang decided to check out Manning Enterprises to be sure ...
... And that lead to the last fight for the night with the crew using some tactics by pushing over a stack of crates onto the villains in a three pronged attack. It was reasonably quick with some problems with Mocker, which is about right a lot of times. But, with a few good efforts, we managed to get him taken care of ... and we ended the night with a bit more of a wrap-up, which kept the gang thrilled and it was a good game session too! ❤️
We will be returning to the Left Fielder's Icons Game on this coming Saturday Night, so I will be returning to my role as player, which I'm looking forward to! So ends the groovy weekend for yours truly! Hope y'all have a great day! ❤️
BE Happy! ❤️
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Coffee With The Princess!
Posted 3 years agoCoffee With The Princess!
The Return of Helia von Zeppelin!
**Giggles!**
This weekend I get the rare treat to return to grace with my passion for superheroes through the running of possibly two sessions of Villains and Vigilantes, a 1980s superhero role-playing tabletop game by Jeff Dee and Jack Harman, including all of the people who helped do the testing of the game. Over the years, I have been blessed by several correspondence with Jeff who's got a page on Deviant Art. He had to wrestle the game from Fantasy Unlimited and he's even got a 3rd edition to the game. Personally, I love the 2nd edition, though the 2.1 that he released back in 2012 or so was still very groovy. For me personally, it's been the mainstay for me in dealing with the realm of superheroes for about thirty years. The only game that I liked better was the BESM d20 (Big Eyes and Small Mouth) for the raw amount of stuff that's included with all of the various games that link through the use of d20/3.5 stuff. If you are a gamer or at least have been keeping up with my journals, you know about all of this already. ❤️
Years ago, I want to say about 2012, the Saturday Night Tabletop Gaming Group went on an enormous X-Men inspired serious of adventures, modeled mostly after the 1990s cartoon, which is still Marvel's finest one out there, and it helped further develop the ideas that I was working in conjunction with my online gaming. The players of the group included the Infamous Bearded Lantern, the Gruff & Grumble Bionic Forearm, the Zany Mercury Mercenary, the Whimsical Wizkid, and the Simply Irrepressible Security Officer. Often my nephew showed up and players came and went over the years to evolve to the group today, which now includes the Artistic Left Fielder, the Dynamic Dark Druid, the Boisterous Big J, not the original Big Jay from years ago, and Marvelous Mr. Scott. All of these people, including the Original Big Jay are my best friends in the world, though I often laugh when I tell people, my heart has plenty of room to have more! ❤️
During these adventures, the crew dealt with villains of note like Magneto and the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, Mr. Sinister, the Sisterhood of Evil Mutants, including Mystique and Destiny, and even the Wingless Wizard and his army of various soldiers in their own fight against good. Now, while Doctor Doom was not a villain that the group dealt with, he is still to this day my favorite superhero nemesis. To that end, I brought back a villainess, thanks to a one-night game of "The Vile and Vengeful Villains!", named Helia von Zeppelin, the nemesis to Israfel Vincent's folks from World War II ... remember that Israfel's world is the late 1970s and 1980s Earth. She was modeled in the same vein to the Diabolical and Dastardly Doctor Doom. A ruler of her own kingdom, which no hero or heroine has found to this date, though she does have many secret bases around the world. Being a former princess of a destroyed nation thanks to the rampage and then occupation of Germany over the two world wars, she was taken in and raised as a servant girl to the royal family before the first World War started. She entered the Nazi party as a secretary to one of the commanders and worked her way up until she caught the attention of Adolf Hitler himself. With the grace and skill that she had cultivated in dealing with people, Helia managed to invest herself in Project Demigod, which was a counter to the Americans's project, which I don't think I named, though some of the gang thought it was very much like the Super Soldier project. But, it was this research by the Americans that graced both of Israfel's parents with their powers and then ended up bestowing mutant or meta-human powers to both of their children later. Helia, meanwhile, had proven herself to have the raw intelligence and powerful charisma to become a force of nature. However, she disapproved of the Nazi's march to conquest and at the end of the second World War, Helia disappeared. There were rumors about what might have happened, but Israfel's folks were more invested in chasing down the fleeing Nazi factions throughout the world. That was before her father disappeared and her mother retired as well.
That was were I ended the thought of how Helia von Zeppelin came into creation and she was quite the in the shadows villainess, comparable to Hypatia Vincent, the former Magnificent Metamorphic or Morphia as her own nickname was in some cases, though Melon was often teased about her due to her impressive assets. I got suggested by one fan in calling her possibly Doctor von Zeppelin as her moniker, but I just left that thought alone. Professor or something else was needed, so I just called her Helia, a name taken from a favorite inflationist writer I got to chat with through e-mail correspondence with Ms. Helia Melonwinski a few times, who was as gracious and classy as any professional I have had the pleasure to meet! So, this villainess has been in the shadows, allowing her Menace Maidens of Mayhem to be her avenging angels to do what she wanted and stay in hiding. Her whole thought was that she needed to know more about the playing field of Earth. And with the wilds capes of Villains and Vigilantes as a base of operations and platform to work with, I was set to develop her more, but ... times changed as you well know.
Helia von Zeppelin has become the mainstay villainess in the backstory of Israfel's own, but with a solid foundation as well, leaving me with so much room to add more. I'm sorry to say that any surviving artwork has been lost to time with all of the moves I have done over the years, but since my health has improved so much, I do remember enough to bring her back to whatever game I might run. She is a potentially fantastic villainess, perhaps comparable with Baron Strahd von Zarrovich or Lord Soth the Dark Knight. But, that's a topic for another day. Mine is about to start, so I will end it here. ❤️
BE Happy
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
The Return of Helia von Zeppelin!
**Giggles!**
This weekend I get the rare treat to return to grace with my passion for superheroes through the running of possibly two sessions of Villains and Vigilantes, a 1980s superhero role-playing tabletop game by Jeff Dee and Jack Harman, including all of the people who helped do the testing of the game. Over the years, I have been blessed by several correspondence with Jeff who's got a page on Deviant Art. He had to wrestle the game from Fantasy Unlimited and he's even got a 3rd edition to the game. Personally, I love the 2nd edition, though the 2.1 that he released back in 2012 or so was still very groovy. For me personally, it's been the mainstay for me in dealing with the realm of superheroes for about thirty years. The only game that I liked better was the BESM d20 (Big Eyes and Small Mouth) for the raw amount of stuff that's included with all of the various games that link through the use of d20/3.5 stuff. If you are a gamer or at least have been keeping up with my journals, you know about all of this already. ❤️
Years ago, I want to say about 2012, the Saturday Night Tabletop Gaming Group went on an enormous X-Men inspired serious of adventures, modeled mostly after the 1990s cartoon, which is still Marvel's finest one out there, and it helped further develop the ideas that I was working in conjunction with my online gaming. The players of the group included the Infamous Bearded Lantern, the Gruff & Grumble Bionic Forearm, the Zany Mercury Mercenary, the Whimsical Wizkid, and the Simply Irrepressible Security Officer. Often my nephew showed up and players came and went over the years to evolve to the group today, which now includes the Artistic Left Fielder, the Dynamic Dark Druid, the Boisterous Big J, not the original Big Jay from years ago, and Marvelous Mr. Scott. All of these people, including the Original Big Jay are my best friends in the world, though I often laugh when I tell people, my heart has plenty of room to have more! ❤️
During these adventures, the crew dealt with villains of note like Magneto and the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, Mr. Sinister, the Sisterhood of Evil Mutants, including Mystique and Destiny, and even the Wingless Wizard and his army of various soldiers in their own fight against good. Now, while Doctor Doom was not a villain that the group dealt with, he is still to this day my favorite superhero nemesis. To that end, I brought back a villainess, thanks to a one-night game of "The Vile and Vengeful Villains!", named Helia von Zeppelin, the nemesis to Israfel Vincent's folks from World War II ... remember that Israfel's world is the late 1970s and 1980s Earth. She was modeled in the same vein to the Diabolical and Dastardly Doctor Doom. A ruler of her own kingdom, which no hero or heroine has found to this date, though she does have many secret bases around the world. Being a former princess of a destroyed nation thanks to the rampage and then occupation of Germany over the two world wars, she was taken in and raised as a servant girl to the royal family before the first World War started. She entered the Nazi party as a secretary to one of the commanders and worked her way up until she caught the attention of Adolf Hitler himself. With the grace and skill that she had cultivated in dealing with people, Helia managed to invest herself in Project Demigod, which was a counter to the Americans's project, which I don't think I named, though some of the gang thought it was very much like the Super Soldier project. But, it was this research by the Americans that graced both of Israfel's parents with their powers and then ended up bestowing mutant or meta-human powers to both of their children later. Helia, meanwhile, had proven herself to have the raw intelligence and powerful charisma to become a force of nature. However, she disapproved of the Nazi's march to conquest and at the end of the second World War, Helia disappeared. There were rumors about what might have happened, but Israfel's folks were more invested in chasing down the fleeing Nazi factions throughout the world. That was before her father disappeared and her mother retired as well.
That was were I ended the thought of how Helia von Zeppelin came into creation and she was quite the in the shadows villainess, comparable to Hypatia Vincent, the former Magnificent Metamorphic or Morphia as her own nickname was in some cases, though Melon was often teased about her due to her impressive assets. I got suggested by one fan in calling her possibly Doctor von Zeppelin as her moniker, but I just left that thought alone. Professor or something else was needed, so I just called her Helia, a name taken from a favorite inflationist writer I got to chat with through e-mail correspondence with Ms. Helia Melonwinski a few times, who was as gracious and classy as any professional I have had the pleasure to meet! So, this villainess has been in the shadows, allowing her Menace Maidens of Mayhem to be her avenging angels to do what she wanted and stay in hiding. Her whole thought was that she needed to know more about the playing field of Earth. And with the wilds capes of Villains and Vigilantes as a base of operations and platform to work with, I was set to develop her more, but ... times changed as you well know.
Helia von Zeppelin has become the mainstay villainess in the backstory of Israfel's own, but with a solid foundation as well, leaving me with so much room to add more. I'm sorry to say that any surviving artwork has been lost to time with all of the moves I have done over the years, but since my health has improved so much, I do remember enough to bring her back to whatever game I might run. She is a potentially fantastic villainess, perhaps comparable with Baron Strahd von Zarrovich or Lord Soth the Dark Knight. But, that's a topic for another day. Mine is about to start, so I will end it here. ❤️
BE Happy
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Coffee With The Princess!
Posted 3 years agoCoffee With The Princess!
Returning To Villains and Vigilantes!
**Giggles!**
It been a good deal of time since the Saturday Night Tabletop Group has done anything with the classic superheroes tabletop game, Villains and Vigilantes, one of two games I learned back in the summer of 1980. It's a very simple game, especially compared to the games like Dungeons and Dragons 5th Edition, Pathfinder 1st Edition (that we play), and the Palladium games that we often bounce around to, though we have been on a Pathfinder High for a while. So, with the Left Fielder out for a while, the game finished up a one-shot game with the Bionic Forearm's rough game ... which you have to remember that the fun for him is killing the characters! ... that left a choice of the Bearded Lantern, the Security Officer, or myself to come up with this weekend's game. The gang went towards Villains and Vigilantes and seemed taken with the idea, though the new comers that were assembled with us, Mr. Scott and The Dark Druid, his daughter, were understandably skeptical. But, I happily reassured them that we can get them all set with characters for the weekend's game, which I think is going to become a "Bench Hitter Game!", meaning that when a Dungeon Master or Game Master or whatever you want to call this person needs a break, this is an easy game to fall back onto, being the simplest game that most of the group enjoys.
Now, most of y'all know that I have about forty years experience with Villains and Vigilantes and my knowledge of Marvel Comics is pretty good, though my Unlimited Subscription to their archive helps tremendously! I have been going back to the starting points of the Avengers and the Fantastic Four, two of my favorite comic books to keep up with, though the X-Men comes in a tight third place. I grew up with Chris Claremont's storytelling and Jim Shooter and George Perez's wonderful artwork with inspirations from the King, Jack Kirby! I think that we are going to be doing an X-Men themed game with the Wolverine, played by the Bearded Lantern, and Storm, played by the Bionic Forearm, but to throw a bit of a curve, Spider-Man (Peter Parker), is going to be played by the Security Officer. If that doesn't change, I know how to start this out, which is great. This only needs to be a six hour game and, with me helping out Mr. Scott and the Dark Druid with their characters this evening, I think we will be set. There's a very good possibility that we'll have other people showing up and that's fine. The SCAD (Savannah College of Art and Design) and Cumberland College groups were pretty damed large, being anywhere from as small as seven people to being as many as thirteen! It was like teaching class!
Well, I will keep y'all posted to see how this might turn out, but it is an almost shout-out to Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends! You know which one I speak of ... the X-Men Adventure! For my personal fun, I'll be running my girls, Caitlynn and Israfel, in their superheroine forms, though these will be the meta-humans/mutants. While Israfel would certainly fall into the realm of a mutant, Caitlynn is sort of a gray area, so she would be an interest to the Professor of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Children. The setting for the story will be around the late 1970s and early 1980s, the golden age of Marvel Comics in my opinion. So, I'm really looking forward to this.
Mm ... I'd better wrap this up, but keep on dreaming and keep on having fun, y'all!
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Returning To Villains and Vigilantes!
**Giggles!**
It been a good deal of time since the Saturday Night Tabletop Group has done anything with the classic superheroes tabletop game, Villains and Vigilantes, one of two games I learned back in the summer of 1980. It's a very simple game, especially compared to the games like Dungeons and Dragons 5th Edition, Pathfinder 1st Edition (that we play), and the Palladium games that we often bounce around to, though we have been on a Pathfinder High for a while. So, with the Left Fielder out for a while, the game finished up a one-shot game with the Bionic Forearm's rough game ... which you have to remember that the fun for him is killing the characters! ... that left a choice of the Bearded Lantern, the Security Officer, or myself to come up with this weekend's game. The gang went towards Villains and Vigilantes and seemed taken with the idea, though the new comers that were assembled with us, Mr. Scott and The Dark Druid, his daughter, were understandably skeptical. But, I happily reassured them that we can get them all set with characters for the weekend's game, which I think is going to become a "Bench Hitter Game!", meaning that when a Dungeon Master or Game Master or whatever you want to call this person needs a break, this is an easy game to fall back onto, being the simplest game that most of the group enjoys.
Now, most of y'all know that I have about forty years experience with Villains and Vigilantes and my knowledge of Marvel Comics is pretty good, though my Unlimited Subscription to their archive helps tremendously! I have been going back to the starting points of the Avengers and the Fantastic Four, two of my favorite comic books to keep up with, though the X-Men comes in a tight third place. I grew up with Chris Claremont's storytelling and Jim Shooter and George Perez's wonderful artwork with inspirations from the King, Jack Kirby! I think that we are going to be doing an X-Men themed game with the Wolverine, played by the Bearded Lantern, and Storm, played by the Bionic Forearm, but to throw a bit of a curve, Spider-Man (Peter Parker), is going to be played by the Security Officer. If that doesn't change, I know how to start this out, which is great. This only needs to be a six hour game and, with me helping out Mr. Scott and the Dark Druid with their characters this evening, I think we will be set. There's a very good possibility that we'll have other people showing up and that's fine. The SCAD (Savannah College of Art and Design) and Cumberland College groups were pretty damed large, being anywhere from as small as seven people to being as many as thirteen! It was like teaching class!
Well, I will keep y'all posted to see how this might turn out, but it is an almost shout-out to Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends! You know which one I speak of ... the X-Men Adventure! For my personal fun, I'll be running my girls, Caitlynn and Israfel, in their superheroine forms, though these will be the meta-humans/mutants. While Israfel would certainly fall into the realm of a mutant, Caitlynn is sort of a gray area, so she would be an interest to the Professor of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Children. The setting for the story will be around the late 1970s and early 1980s, the golden age of Marvel Comics in my opinion. So, I'm really looking forward to this.
Mm ... I'd better wrap this up, but keep on dreaming and keep on having fun, y'all!
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
