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And be aware that when I say pictures, I mean like 20 of them.  I'm not kidding when I say this entry will eat your brain bandwidth.

These are some of the photos showing the progress of my new armor kit.  It's going to be gorgeous and I can't wait for it to be done!
 



You have been warned... )

soldiergrrrl: (Whimper)
Started badly and only got worse from there.

To wit: 



I was hoping to find out today if it's repairable or not.  *sigh*

I'm okay, I'm already seeing a doc for ouchies and sore muscles and I've cried my head off a few times.  This was a present from John, the first car bought for me because he simply thought it would make me happy.  Not because it was practical, not because it was a "good" idea, but because he knew I wanted one, and it makes him happy to make me happy.

If I haven't said it, my life rocks and I have the most amazing amount of love in my life. 

Woot!

Nov. 23rd, 2009 12:44 pm
soldiergrrrl: (stick chick)

As always, Bordermarch Autum Melees (or as someone I know called it BorderMARSH Autumn Melees) was a blast. Well, one part sucked. John couldn't be there. *shakes fist at the Army*

We left out Friday, pretty much sorta kinda on time, and only had to turn back once. (Forgot feast gear and my medication.)

It was overcast as we left Austin and the rain started in earnest once we hit Taylor or so. It rained about the whole way to Colmesneil, although it was blessedly dry when we got there so we could set up our tent *not* in the rain.

That was going swimmingly...until it was discovered that we'd brought two different sizes of ridgepole supports. Normally, you like them to be of equal length. Not so much. In fact, there was about a foot of difference. YOIKES! Anyway, after much gnashing of teeth and pulling of hair, we settled on a solution. The shorter support pole was put on top of a toolbox and it was the perfect height.

So, that got taken care of...and Liam realized we'd forgotten to pack the crossbraces for his bed. *headdesk* So, the futon that normally goes on the frame...ended up on the ground. It wasn't too bed, as the futon kept the chill of the ground from coming up and seeping through. After that though, everything went very well.

The Best Friend of Awesomeness and Kittens and the Husband of Tall Awesomeness showed up shortly after we did.

Friday night was pretty mellow and we called it an evening rather early. The best part about Friday night? There was NO WIND. For those who were at BAM last year...yeah it wasn't anything like that. We didn't have to hold on to the tent for dear life this time.

Saturday was morning court, followed by armor inspection. I had fun in the open field battle, but once ti started raining again, I got out of armor and hung out the the Best Friend of Awesomeness and Kittens. I don't mind it being cold, but I get paid to work in the rain, and I'll be damned if I'm going to play in it. Call me a spoilsport. However, I did hear that the zombie battle was a blast, although there was at least one injury. :-(

Um. Right. Saturday night was my turn to drink a bit and after five jello shots, and a beer, I was feeling no pain. I wasn't feeling my feet either, but Liam, the Best Friend of Awesomeness and Kittens and her Husband of Tall Awesomeness kept a good hand on me. Evidently, I was not obnoxioux, just funny and cheerful and happy. Yay for drinking just enough to get happy and not enough to make an ass out of myself. Also, yay for no hangover!
Sunday, we slept in and had breakfast with the BFOAAK and the HOTA and got on road. After I got home, I went and got the puppies and life returned to normal. We unpacked the truck, and started post-event laundry.

I wish John could have been there. I missed him and I think he would have enjoyed the event.

Snurfle?

Feb. 19th, 2009 09:32 am
soldiergrrrl: (stick chick)
Interestingly enough, I've been thinking about what keeps me on and off the fighting field. 

Part of what keeps me off the field is being used a slightly mobile pell for fighters who are much much *much* better than I am.  Really, that teaches me *nothing* except that SoAndSo can kick my newbie butt across the field, and really, since I can darn near count the number of times I've been in armor on both hands, is it really so surprising?

So I saw something in a post recently that basically said "There were a lot of newbie fighters at practice tonight, and I decided not to hold back, so I won a lot of fights.  I'm sure the newbies don't mind.  Much."

Really?  You're pretty sure that kicking a newbie fighter's ass because you can is okay by them?  Really? 

Wow.  That's news to me.  I understand fighting well, and not letting people just win, but not tailoring your fighting to the level of the person you're fighting?  That's bullying, in my book, and to me, it's selfish.  Again, am I saying let the newbie win so her fragile self-esteem doesn't get all bwuised up? 

No, but c'mon, if you're kicking her ass because you can, why don't you go find someone who'll actually give you a damn fight instead of just whacking on new fighters and teaching them that being a new fighter means you get to be clubbed like a baby harp seal?  For this newbie fighter, all that's going to teach me is that I should avoid SoAndSo, because I'm going to end up frustrated and pissed because not only is this person not ramping it down to a level where I might learn something about fighting, but they're *proud* of that fact.

(For those who learn best using PAL, go for it, but that's not me.)
soldiergrrrl: (stick chick)
I'm not sure when I last updated, so I'll...heck, I have no idea where to start.

We had fighter practice Sunday, along with our first "populace."  I think I've found a design for new armor that will mean my arms are no longer going numb after 30 minutes.  Basically, in order to keep my arms in place, the strap goes across my bicep, just above the elbow and after a little while, my hands get cold and then go numb. 

I got to try on Timor's arms, and since he uses a floating elbow cop and leather forearm protection, that should help eliminate the numbness.  We'll put the splints from my old arms on the new leather.  That's good.  Also, we are thinking about adjusting where my shield hangs to give my head some more protection.

Oh, and I we're hanging some new legs, too.  Yay!  I'll finally have thigh protection.

Last night was Body Mechanics, and the knight teaching the class was pleased at how little I'd lost.  I'm still throwing with lots and lots of power, so now I just need to get in armor and get on the damn field.  Oh, and move my feets.  I have got to MOVE.

Um.  Also, have plans to sew garb.  And then, fall over.

So tired.  Have no life outside SCA stuff right now. 
soldiergrrrl: (Morale)

Still sick.  Getting better, but still sick.  Getting my flu shot (mist) on top of a horrible cold was not, rpt, not the best thing, but I'll survive.  My sinuses have decided that they're not making up their mind as to whether they'll be filled with goo or not, and so, I go through intermittent headachey periods where I'm *sure* my head will explode, but it never does.

Somehow, that's vaguely disappointing.  ;-)

What else?

Erm.  Starting with Monday, since that was the start of my workweek!

Monday-  Work.  Work was.  Work is.  Work will be, thank God.  In days when I know a lot of folx who are in danger of losing their job, I am profoundly grateful for mine.

Also, beginner fighter practice.  Although I did not fully armor up (see preceding note about sinuses and feeling like the south end of a north-bound mule) I did get to swing a stick a bit, and I haven't lost quite as much as I fear.  I'm still struggling to clean up and actually land my offside shots correctly, but that will come in time. 

Because I was not armored up, I was somewhat exempt from the Circle of Death, and while I did not fight, I did get a chance to put stick on armored fighters.  Basically, unarmored fighters get five swings at the armored fighters (and no, the up-armored guys do NOT get to swing back, Ioannes!). 

I managed to land two good shots in my matches, and killed Ioannes (John) but I think I also killed Abel.  Well, I got to whack upon Ioannes' legs, but that's because he reminded me in the middle of it to quit throwing the same damn shot and...oh...go low.  You know, where there was no armor!

Go me!  That was awesome. 

Tuesday-  We attempted to get a Christmas tree.  It did not happen because of the weather.  So, we returned the house, sans tree.

Wednesday-  I met with cenliamgordon at the local Home Depot and we picked up a lovely noble fir.  Sadly, because of a soldier being a jackass, John could not join us for the ritual holding of the tree, but he is pleased with the tree we picked, and he helped put it in the uber-stand.  (Between the two of us, it's still crooked.  Oh well.)

Liam's munchkins got to hang the first ornaments on it, because we didn't get it early enought to decorate it while they were at out house.  :-(  But they enjoyed hanging their ornament on it, and they'll be excited when they come back next week.

Today-  I got up, the dog grumped at me for waking her up and then got up and went to sleep with Liam.  She's a total cuddle-bug in the morning, and will cheerfully leave our bed to go find another warm body to snuggle with.  I grabbed a cuppa, put on my face and headed out.  Traffic was light, and so...I made it in to work.

Now, I have to work on a PP briefing on dealing with media for this weekend's annual briefing spree.  Yay.

Just over a week and a half until my birfday! 

:-D

soldiergrrrl: (Byzantine flag)

Greetings!
 
Ioannes and Helena Dalassene, Liam Gordon and The Fighting Company of Hells Gate would like to invite you to Beer, Bruises and Barbeque on Dec. 20, 2008 in Jarrell, Texas.
 
Although it's close to the holiday, we're holding fighter practice and a housewarming party, as well as a chance to lay stick on a Soldier on R&R from Iraq (at his request!).
 
Our front and back yards are big enough to go a few rounds before enjoying some cold beer and hot food with friends.  Please join us!
 
Where:  Helena, Ioannes and Liam's place.  Email me for directions!
 
Why:  It's a chance to get some stick time, have some adult beverages, and some good food.  Children are welcome!
 
When:  20 Dec 2008 at 12 pm, but feel free to show up later!
 
Please let us know if you can make it, and whether you can contribute to Beer or Barbeque.  (We're all expectiing to contribute to Bruises!)
 
Email soldier.grrrl@gmail.com.
 
Thanks!
Helena Dalassene
 

soldiergrrrl: (stick chick)
What we do for fun...  http://www.jmtimeless.com/photos/424197006_ZmtYL-L-1.jpg

Look along the row of tents in the background and find the green one.  Go down from there into the fighters and find the two black war boards right next to each other.  Ioannes is on the right, as you're looking at the photograph, and I'm on the left.

Yes, my new helm really is that tiny.  It's so comfy, though!
soldiergrrrl: (Byzantine flag)

First things first...my eternal thanks go out to[info]cenliamgordon  and my darling[info]sappersgt

I ordered a new helm from Ashcraft-Baker, and although it's a touch hard to get on and off because it's really little, Liam and I strapped it, and I wore it last night for the first time.  OMG.  What a difference it makes!  I can turn my head, because it doesn't bind up on my gorget!  I can actually see out the grill (contacts help there, too!) and it's as comfortable as I think I can expect!  Happy-ness!

Part of the happiness of the new helm is that it's fitting over my new gorget.  I'd been struggling with my gorget for a while, as it was just kind of wonky and my hair was catching on the velcro *constantly.* 

Look, I'm not that vain, but I do like my hair, and having it snapped off all the time was starting to seriously piss me off, so Liam suggested a "dog-collar" style gorget, and made one for me.  We lined it in smurf-skin, but I wasn't happy with it, so John relined it with some shearling.  Best.  Thing.  Evar.  It's warm, oddly enough, but the shearling didn't rub my neck raw and better yet, when I started sweating, the shearling didn't get slick and start to slide around like the foam padding would have but it stayed put and absorbed the sweat.

It was the coolness.

Last night was melees, and I died.  It was fun though.  A lot of fun.  :-D

So, I cut the pink caftan too small.  *facepalm*  Yes, I am running again, thank GOD, but still...cut the pink cotton caftan too small.   I figured I'd head off to JoAnn to grab some more of the apple green lining, but decided, since the home dec fabrics were on sale I'd check them out too.  Headed over to the silk section and found some silk for $17.99, and 50% off.  I thought about it, and decided I'd get the silk for a couple dollars more a yard, so I did.  The lining will still be the pink twill, but the outer shell will be a blush silk, much like the color shown here.  The silk I bought isn't the same, as it's not the same price, but the color is very very close.

So, if you're at BAM, look for the pink caftan with the white Hershey Kiss hat and that should be me.  On the other hand, you can probably find me on the melee field, too.

I think that's about all for me.  I think.  Probably not, though.

soldiergrrrl: (Loved I not honor more...)

One of the things that bugs me about people, and one person in particular right now, is that this person lacks...well...manners, for lack of a better word.  The person in question believes that politeness is something you reserve for...well, I'd guess almost no one. 

A rather polite email, regarding a situation that is rather delicate and fraught with emotional landmines was replied to with a couple of...short and pithy responses.  Classy.  Really, really classy. 

I mean, I'm sorry, but being rude and brusque isn't strength, it's a startling lack of it, along with lacking respect, grace and humility.  Yes, there are times when you simply must be strong, and some times when harsh language or actions are the only things that will break a situation, but unless it life or death (and yes, I mean that) why is this person's first reaction to be rude? 
 

Long thoughts on virtues under here... )


I am nothing more than a raw beginner, and I know not if I'll ever progress further than that, but I do try to live life by these things, in and out of armor or the Society.


soldiergrrrl: (Down not out.)
  • Work.  It's driving me nuts.  However, I did totally redo my layout for a 20 page magazine in 10 hours yesterday.  I also think it looks pretty damn good.
  • Life.  I love mine.
  • Fighting.  I'm skeered and am punking out of fighting. 
  • Sewing.  I have something that I've been working on for a week now.  Should get that finished real soon now.
  • Con.  We're going to FenCon, and I'm almost done with John's "Core World Dandy" outfit.  :-)  It looks damn good if I do say so myself.
  • Also, went to a Cowboys game on Sunday.  O.  M.  G.  How fun!  I'm hooked. 
soldiergrrrl: (stick chick)
I can has internets at home!  This means that I can now sort through the 400+ pix I took in Missouri, and show you pictures of my tunic and my bruise.

So, shall we?

Clicky! )

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