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.
To Lucasta, going to the Wars
TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly.
True, a new mistress now I chase, 5
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.
Yet this inconstancy is such
As thou too shalt adore; 10
I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
Loved I not Honour more.
Tonight we had to say goodbye to you. I hope you know how much we loved you and how much you'll be missed. I believe all dogs go to heaven, and that you'll be there waiting for us, healthy and whole and happy. We'll miss that pointy, cold nose telling us "it's the pet the Gina time now!" and we'll miss you dragging grass clippings in.
We love you, old sweet baby girl.
Mom, Step-Mom, Dad and Step-Dad.
Please take care of a medium-sized shepherd mix that showed up last night. She's a sweet old lady. Please tell her how much we love her and how much she'll be missed. She'll understand you better. Please tell her we didn't let her go because we didn't want her to be with us any more, but because we didn't want her to hurt anymore. Please...just...tell her we love her and we miss her. And and tell the saints that really, it's "pet the Gina time now."
I am on recall for state active duty orders, in preparation for Hurricane Gustav. I am guessing this prep is so that we do not leave Texas citizens in the lurch and so that we can respond quickly and appropriately to any landfall of this storm.
That does not, however, mean that I am not pissed as hell. I understand this is part of my job, but the next person who mentions it to me is going to get an Army retention coffee cup in an uncomfortable and intimate place. Do not tell me I signed up for this. I know that, however it does not mitigate the fact that I still would like to have a damn life and it doesn't actually make me feel any better.
My parents made it, from San Antonio and Dallas, and brandyeileen came to offer support, too. The Centurion was there, as well, as we'd been hanging out before John left. :-) It's hard to explain how much that helps, to have folx around you to hold on to when the world tips over a bit. I didn't cry before he got on the bus, and I'm sure I embarrassed the snot out of him, because as his name was called and he headed for the door of the bus, I yelled out "I love you, John!"
Amazingly enough, I am not comotose with grief or sadness. Part of it is that I just *can't* be. I have too much stuff on my plate right now. Am ignoring the cell phone, mostly, to try and get stuff done. We'll see how effective this actually is, you know?
Um. Let's see. Have a lovely bruise from a drop shot on my left shoulder, and a small one on my thigh. My shield shipped from Windrose earlier this week and I should have it soon. I think we're going to strap it to be ambidextrous, so that I can mess with people's heads. :-)
Got grumped at to start sewing more garb, dammit. :-D I should, and it's not hard, I'm just being lazy.
Oh, speaking of being lazy, I need to start keeping the food diary again. Seriously need to.
Okay, that's it for now.