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And So I start again....a letter to.....
Several years and I start to blog again. This should prove entertaining. Current household forecast: One child sleeping, one child withdrawn into the depths of his brain due to the emotional storm around the house, and a hint of psychotically barking dog. I need a romantic getaway for two.
Caolan has made some incredible headway with his therapy. Though after today, the therapy sessions will be even more intense. My homework consists of several pages of ABA therapy. However, the work load is going to be split into a more reasonable manner and finally, I am going to get some help in getting it done. About bloody time.
After reading several other past blogs of others and mine own, it is time for some changes.
1. Yes I am not a SCA person. Not surprising when one gets treated like a load of shit and backstabbed by friends and family. You want me to come to events? Don't have me come when I am pregnant, sick, or am left with the sole responsibility of minding the kids. A sitter needs to be found that I can trust and know. Sitting on the sidelines with screaming kids watching a battle is boring and stressful. Btw, Pregnancy and garb don't mix.....and playing with a load of cheaters. Not fun.
Changes: I will come to events on the sole conditions that it is a team event. Give and Take. I will come to events knowing that I have the full, HONEST, support of a loving husband. Going anywhere with people that are constantly nay saying a sca/non-sca marriage is destructive and creates a poisonous atmosphere. Hell if I have to chase kids and if I do sit on the sidelines...I would hope that later, said husband would make it more than worth my while for doing so. In more ways than one.....not that isn't exciting too. ;) Heck, during your breaks in fighting come see how I am doing and shoot the shit before diving back into another battle....It breaks the monotony of listening to the crickets chirp. Or for fucks sake; ply me with enough alcohol that anything would be entertaining. Last note: making it a more family oriented outing with other family oriented people would be a good thing. OR even better, going to events that are strictly husband/wife adventures.....that would also be a good thing. Sex in a tent without two kids watching or neighbors gossiping.....sounds like a plan to me. You pull that off, heck we may even avoid the *please have a shower cause you smell like pit talk.* And dude, please don't show me how your war wounds ooze pus or poke out the wrong way.....there was a reason I didn't become a doctor....IF you were a half dead, starved, mangled animal then by all means show me. Least the animal I can put out of its misery when it whines. Lastly, Why is it that every event either my tent door, campsite, etc is cursed with corn candy vomit? WHO the fuck is eating that shit anyways and why aren't you puking in your own tent area?
Positive things about the SCA: My garb kicks your garb's ass. More positive things to come I am sure....The ball is in your park....throw it and get into the game.
Final note: If you SCA people don't want to be called freaks by me please do the following:
DON'T ask me to sleep with you, don't ask to sleep with or shine, lick or suckle my husband's knob. Don't encourage him to lie and sneak around.
Don't walk into my kitchen half naked and ask if I want any form of you. IF you are scary with your clothes on....how will it get any better on my eyes if you are naked? And really if one husband is more than I can handle, why the fuck would I want two or more of you?
Also, I have to draw the line at people who weight their balls, drop a two headed axe on their heads, call me a concubine, brag about their penis, encourage my husband to leave his family and run for the hills, expect to leave the financially destitute hanging with the financial burdens of the other financially destitute, who expect the very pregnant to wear black constricting all covering garb in 30 degree weather while being eaten alive by asshole mosquitoes, need I go on? AND FUCK: Let be the candy corn...it is disgusting, unhealthy, and comes up the same way it went in.
If you are a normal, family loving individual with a love of the past: Hello, My Name is Jenn. Nice to meet you. I love history too . My garb still kicks your garb's ass.....but if you are normal enough and treat me like a human being....maybe I'll make you some cool garb.
SO, Is it in my future to be an SCA'er? More than maybe....with a little positive encouragement and support. So get out and throw the ball. I have the bat at hand....don't make me charge off and hit the other idiots on the playing field.
Caolan has made some incredible headway with his therapy. Though after today, the therapy sessions will be even more intense. My homework consists of several pages of ABA therapy. However, the work load is going to be split into a more reasonable manner and finally, I am going to get some help in getting it done. About bloody time.
After reading several other past blogs of others and mine own, it is time for some changes.
1. Yes I am not a SCA person. Not surprising when one gets treated like a load of shit and backstabbed by friends and family. You want me to come to events? Don't have me come when I am pregnant, sick, or am left with the sole responsibility of minding the kids. A sitter needs to be found that I can trust and know. Sitting on the sidelines with screaming kids watching a battle is boring and stressful. Btw, Pregnancy and garb don't mix.....and playing with a load of cheaters. Not fun.
Changes: I will come to events on the sole conditions that it is a team event. Give and Take. I will come to events knowing that I have the full, HONEST, support of a loving husband. Going anywhere with people that are constantly nay saying a sca/non-sca marriage is destructive and creates a poisonous atmosphere. Hell if I have to chase kids and if I do sit on the sidelines...I would hope that later, said husband would make it more than worth my while for doing so. In more ways than one.....not that isn't exciting too. ;) Heck, during your breaks in fighting come see how I am doing and shoot the shit before diving back into another battle....It breaks the monotony of listening to the crickets chirp. Or for fucks sake; ply me with enough alcohol that anything would be entertaining. Last note: making it a more family oriented outing with other family oriented people would be a good thing. OR even better, going to events that are strictly husband/wife adventures.....that would also be a good thing. Sex in a tent without two kids watching or neighbors gossiping.....sounds like a plan to me. You pull that off, heck we may even avoid the *please have a shower cause you smell like pit talk.* And dude, please don't show me how your war wounds ooze pus or poke out the wrong way.....there was a reason I didn't become a doctor....IF you were a half dead, starved, mangled animal then by all means show me. Least the animal I can put out of its misery when it whines. Lastly, Why is it that every event either my tent door, campsite, etc is cursed with corn candy vomit? WHO the fuck is eating that shit anyways and why aren't you puking in your own tent area?
Positive things about the SCA: My garb kicks your garb's ass. More positive things to come I am sure....The ball is in your park....throw it and get into the game.
Final note: If you SCA people don't want to be called freaks by me please do the following:
DON'T ask me to sleep with you, don't ask to sleep with or shine, lick or suckle my husband's knob. Don't encourage him to lie and sneak around.
Don't walk into my kitchen half naked and ask if I want any form of you. IF you are scary with your clothes on....how will it get any better on my eyes if you are naked? And really if one husband is more than I can handle, why the fuck would I want two or more of you?
Also, I have to draw the line at people who weight their balls, drop a two headed axe on their heads, call me a concubine, brag about their penis, encourage my husband to leave his family and run for the hills, expect to leave the financially destitute hanging with the financial burdens of the other financially destitute, who expect the very pregnant to wear black constricting all covering garb in 30 degree weather while being eaten alive by asshole mosquitoes, need I go on? AND FUCK: Let be the candy corn...it is disgusting, unhealthy, and comes up the same way it went in.
If you are a normal, family loving individual with a love of the past: Hello, My Name is Jenn. Nice to meet you. I love history too . My garb still kicks your garb's ass.....but if you are normal enough and treat me like a human being....maybe I'll make you some cool garb.
SO, Is it in my future to be an SCA'er? More than maybe....with a little positive encouragement and support. So get out and throw the ball. I have the bat at hand....don't make me charge off and hit the other idiots on the playing field.
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