tinhuviel: (Maul - snarky)

In the very early morning hours of Monday, around 3 AM, I was jolted awake by PAIN. I immediately knew it was a Fibromyalgia flare-up, but it was the absolute worst one I've ever had. Yesterday was  spent "enjoying" a full-body sensation that could only be described as the bastard child of an abscessed tooth and childhood growing pains, magnified a hundredfold. Misery was the word of the day.

Thankfully, today, I had an appointment with the pain management doctor. She checked me out, focusing on typical hot spots on the body that Fibromyalgia just loves to ravage with pain. When she saw tears pooling in my eyes, she ordered me an industrial sized shot of anti-inflammatory steroids. She also called me in a prescription for another kind of anti-inflammatory that I'm not supposed to begin until Thursday, so I'm going to wait to pick that up, considering I can't seem to blink my eyes without excruciating effort.

Since Matt had mentioned he needed to use the car this morning, I took an Orange Cab to and from the docs. The cab driver who brought me back home was a lady who had driven me somewhere once before. On the way, we struck up a conversation about family, work, illness, and grieving. I asked her if she was a native San Diegan. That's when she told me she was Ethiopian. I remarked that I'd always wanted to visit Ethiopia and even wrote an Ethiopian Vampire into my books (the dashing Mephistopheles, Rebekah's immortal mate). When we got to the house, I decided to pay the fare with my debit card, and give her a cash tip that was half of what the fare was. Since cabbies are usually only tipped at 10-20% of the fare, this kind of shocked her, I could tell. Female cabbies have to deal with a lot of potential danger, and probably don't earn as much as male cab drivers, so I wanted to make her bringing me home worth her while. We thanked one another and parted ways.

About twenty minutes later, Matt saw an Orange Cab car pull in front of the house, and asked me if I'd called for another ride. Since I hadn't, I went out to see if something was wrong. It turned out that my phone had slipped out of my purse while I was paying the fare. The lady discovered it when she attempted to call me to give me her direct number for any future transportation needs, and the phone began to ring in her back seat. I was just dumbfounded by her kindness in, in all probability, going out of her way to bring it back to me. I thanked her again and off she went into the uncharacteristic mist. I immediately programmed her number into the phone, but texted her to ask if I could have her name. Even though it has a certain ring to it, "Nice Ethiopian Lady from Orange" isn't very functional in the contacts list. I also thanked her again in the text, and assured her that I would reach out next time I need a ride. Hopefully, she'll text me back, when she has a chance.

In between the above incidences, I inched painfully into my room as I was talking to Matt. When I walked in, I noticed that my lamp, which is on the floor, for lack of having a table that could handle its massive size and weight, had been moved to one side. I asked him if Toby had knocked it down, since that had happened just a couple of days ago. He told me that the Mother Unit must have moved it when she was in my room. I asked him if he knew why, and he suggested I look up. Since I tend to look down when walking because, if I don't, I invariably end up tripping and busting my face, I had not taken notice of the wall. I turned my head in the direction to which Matt was pointing and saw this.

BIG BADASS )


I have never been afraid of Darth Maul. I'm too caught up in a dense fog of lust to be scared. This time, though, I was more than a little startled not because it was Maul, but because it was giant and unexpected. It turns out that The Unit and Matt had ordered the laminate from Fathead, and devised a way they could get me out of the house so they could affix it to my bedroom wall, since the job takes at least two people. Matt needing the car was all a ruse. I thanked them both with as much enthusiasm and glee a person who feels like she's being strip-mined by demons can express. Now, I'm dividing my time between writing this, attempting to eat something for the first time since yesterday morning, and giving an image of Darth Maul that's taller than Ray Park the hairy eyeball.

And there you have it. I'm spending the rest of the day trying not to move very much and waiting for the shot to begin taking effect, ogling my smexxy smexxy Sith, and watching Impractical Jokers reruns online.

tinhuviel: (Dr. Who Boogie)
[livejournal.com profile] clumsycake joined us this time for what's becoming our annual brouhaha with [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, [livejournal.com profile] paulpearson23, [livejournal.com profile] janalyson, and her daughter Jennifer. This time we met at El Molcajete, a local Mexican restaurant. We traded books and gifts. [livejournal.com profile] falkenna gave me this miniature recreation of the Prague astronomical clock. I'm gonna put a battery in it and countdown to 12-21-2012, more than I already am, that is. Paul gifted me with a copy of his Pagan journal, Greenmantle, a Talis Kimberly CD, and a 2011 Magickal Diary and Almanac, published by the same group that will probably publish Paul's book this next year. [livejournal.com profile] janalyson had already purchased a copy of The Chalice and wanted me to autograph it. I did so and had an autographed copy for [livejournal.com profile] falkenna and [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake. Aunt Tudi had a special red pen for [livejournal.com profile] paulpearson23 and an angel tree topper for Jennifer. Everyone seemed pleased. Good food and good company tend to have that effect on people. I suggested to them that they try to make it to Brown Mountain before having to go back to England. The lights are more prevalent this time of year and it'd be quite the experience, I think, for Paul especially. They mentioned wanting to go to the mountain that had a shadow of a bear on it at certain times of the day. I'd never heard of this, so now I have some research to do methinks.

All in all, it was certainly a pleasant day. I think I'm gonna go stare at this clock for a little while and try to calm my overactive Beagle from having another tantrum because I left his precious butt alone for more than three hours.
tinhuviel: (Bukket)
[livejournal.com profile] beechelfromhell sent me the most awesome birthday card. It's of the Joker and, when you open the card J says "Let's put a smiiiiile on that face" and then he laughs maniacally. I can dig it. She also wrote a heartening note to both Aunt Tudi and me, one I'll be keeping probably til I'm old and dead. Also, she sent me this incredible Peace Bracelet, which is now on my let wrist with the friendship bracelet [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh made me. Both will have to rot off before I'll take them off. Them's the rules. So here's a picture of the bracelet, wrapped around my plump wrist.

Peace Bracelet

Isn't that wondrous? I don't know why [livejournal.com profile] beechelfromhell is so kind to me. Whatever I did, I need to do more of it to merit such decency from others.
tinhuviel: (Snow)
Okay, since I'm a permanent fixture here, I've been gifted with 10 coupons for basic and plus users to upgrade to a one year paid LJ account. So what say? You want one? Let me know and I shall bestow on upon thee. But not tonight, 'cos I'm going to bed. Ta.
tinhuviel: (Cadmus Castigation)
[livejournal.com profile] luvthyjoker sent me fangs. Fangs longer than the fangs I already have. I will bite you and drink your blood. Happy October.

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tinhuviel: (Faust)

Bukket

May. 4th, 2009 04:16 pm
tinhuviel: (Bukket)
[livejournal.com profile] beechelfromhell sent Aunt Tudi and me a care package that contained another gift card for IHOP (Aunt Tudi screamed with pure joy. I'm not exaggerating. Seriously. It scared the shit outta me.) and a Joker bobble-head or Head Knocker as this is called which made me scream with joy on the inside. Despite my ranting here, I'm actually pretty quiet.

So, of course, I had to take pictures of the event.

Toodles and Mister J )

I'd have a picture of me holding J in a lewd fashion, but I'm a horrid sight, so no pictures of me today, nosiree. Maybe in the next day or so.

Thank you, [livejournal.com profile] beechelfromhell. You're too good to us, especially since we've never even met and I might be the most horrible person on the planet. It just goes to show that, despite humanity sucking, some of us don't. You're one of them. ::SMOOCH::
tinhuviel: (Bukket)
Today I got a wonderfully aromatic parcel in the mail, along with a very sweet note card, courtesy of the Texan division of the Writers Triumvirate, the lovely [livejournal.com profile] morriganwind. Thanks to her, I will never ever smell bad again!
tinhuviel: (Bukket)
On my way to work, I wibbled into the the Big PO only to find a package filled with all manner of movies, a delicious-looking book, two Skor bars, a couple of beautiful necklaces, and a bag full of stinky sugar-free licorice for Aunt Tudi. Why on Earth anyone would want to shove that devil candy in their mouth is beyond me, but it's not up to me to explain the bizarre behaviour of my fellow human being.

Thank you, [livejournal.com profile] brujah, for being so good to me and to Aunt Tudi. Goddess knows, we don't deserve it.
tinhuviel: (ELO)
[livejournal.com profile] booraven22 went and did it now. She sent me two birthday gifts from Amazon, which I got at the Big PO today. The first thing I opened was the ELO Live at Wembley DVD, which is a special edition that comes with the original concert programme that lucky people who got to attend received at the door. I'm waiting for Aunt Tudi to finish watching her Judge Judy and the news so I can soak up some Jeff Lynne goodness. The second gift was the classic non-fiction primer on Vampires, Vampires and Vampirism by Montague Summers. This book is a must-read for any serious Vampire researcher. I remember trying to find it in our library system in the 1980s to no avail, so I've actually never read it, much to my chagrin. That embarrassing literary state shall now be remedied, thanks to my Goth sister and compatriot in the Writers' Triumvirate!

Thank you, [livejournal.com profile] booraven22. Thank you so very much! ::smooches and snorgles::

Mystery Tee

Aug. 9th, 2008 10:49 pm
tinhuviel: (Barry Interview)
Someone ([livejournal.com profile] booraven22? [livejournal.com profile] morriganwind?) bad the good souls at Cafepress send me a tee shirt with the message: He will....so get back to writin' :).



I'm fairly alarmed, but also fairly grateful for the ominous apparel. Thank you! :) I'm off to try to write something, as though my life depended on it.
tinhuviel: (Bukket)
As mentioned in my previous post, I received a lovely box full of lovely things from [livejournal.com profile] beechelfromhell yesterday. There was a beautiful, magickal card filled with wonderful words along with moon and sun danglies and a gift card for IHOP. Behind the cut are the results of my opening that box.

she scares me )

I don't know how I merited such sweet souls in my life, but I do know that I'm well-blessed.
tinhuviel: (Bellatrix)
I think I've pulled a muscle in my left shoulder. I hope that's all it is. If it's arthritis, I'm just gonna lie down and put a lily on my chest.

Time flies when you're having fun. Fruit flies eat your bananas.

Chester has had diarrhea for the past 48 hours. I'm giving it one more day, then off to Dr. Patch he goes. They'll just have to hold a check.

I don't work this week. Röchling is closed the entire week for Independence Day. Aunt Tudi and I are teaming up with Uncle Michael and Janice for a huge flea market expedition in hopes of recouping some of our losses on the job front. Janice is off this week as well. How can anyone maintain any measure of independence when we miss a whole week's paycheck, eh?

Aunt Tudi and I have a date for Friday. We're popping some corn and popping Independence Day into Ye Olde DVD Player.

Onions are of the Devil.

[livejournal.com profile] beechelfromhell sent to me a lovely box full of lovely things. Pictures and official thanks are forthcoming, probably tomorrow.

Also tomorrow, I'll be grooming Fat Boy Boo Boo. Something tells me that my shoulder is gonna love that little job.

Speaking of dogs, I saw a man who looked uncomfortably like Leonard Nimoy strolling through the flea market holding one of the ugliest chihuahuas known to planet Earth. It was like a shaved tribble with Spock ears. The chihuahua, not the Leonard Nimoy lookalike.

My contorted filbert has its yearly infestation of June bugs. When I was a kid, it used to piss me off to witness other kids tie a string around a June bug's leg and make it fly around in circles. I wanted to tie a string around those kids legs and make them run about in a circle until their legs came off. And I would collect those legs until they were bones, then make myself a small kid leg bone chair to rival HR Giger's ghastly throne.

The end.

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