Dear Diary,
Guess this thing is harder than I thought. I called my nutritionist (using a phone card from a friend) asking if I could eat bread if it were made from bean flour. I was willing to give it a shot in making some noodles and bread loaves with the bean flour so that my options were more open with what I could eat.
Well. That didn't turn out! lol She said I could do that, it'd be fine. We hung up. She called back. Apparently she doesn't have long distance, because she said she can't be calling me back. (I can only afford local right now with my income). Her words were, "I can't pay for you to be well." That caught me up; I told her I wasn't asking her to. I asked if she could possibly jump on chat with me online, but she, in a harried, hurried tone, told me that would take too long and she has too many clientel for her to do that for me. She ended her services and we hung up. I guess I should've caught the warning signs when she called for our appointment; she hurried through it, I didn't understand most of what she said because of phone complications and her being fast, and she ended up emailing me anyway with the overall stuff she called to tell me.
I know for a fact her methods work. I'm not bashing her. She's so good, that she's too busy to take on more clients. I just wish she wouldn't have accepted me as a client if she had too many people to worry about. That $95.00 for the initial appointment could've bought diapers, wipes, household cleaners, laundry soap, paid gas for people who drive my family around getting groceries or to appointments. Normally, that's what that spare $95.00 was used for.
I admit I cried. Once upon a time, I had little to work with and could spread it much thinner than anyone else could. I could work with nothing and turn it into everything. Now I can't, my best skills are now my worst. I felt as if I was being dumped again by yet again another healthcare provider. Fortunately, I at least gained a little knowledge about my management whereas doctors I have seen have not even educated me, or treated me, and charged me almost $1,000+. Should I be happy about that?
So what am I going to do now? I guess I'll breath. Take some time to research more recipes and once again, take my own management into my own hands. I have to. Besides me, my boyfriend and a friend from church (whom I appreciate dearly), there's nobody else who cares about me taking steps to be well, enough to be interactive with my management.
My next diary entry will be the research I've done on recipes for myself. And a co-operative grocery list from the recipes.
Once again, on my own.
Sarah
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
FIBRO - Fibromyalgia Food Diary Journal Entry Two
Dear Diary,
This sucks. It is not going well. I have the options of vegetables (excluding corn), nuts of any kind, water, my olive oil, eggs and meats. My recipe box: peanut butter and celery. Salad.
Epic fail. I portioned things out, ran out of energy to portion the rest out, shoved it all in the freezer and am hoping I didn't waste a bunch of money on all those fresh vegetables I can't stand to eat all day every day. The portions asked of me are way too huge, I can't force myself to eat all that stuff all day anymore. I'm sick of it and just looking at my inventory makes me sick of it. I'm less than a week into my diet and seriously need some help. I will be calling my nutritionist's office tomorrow after I research the heck out of the internet for some clues as to what I can make with my limited ingredient list.
I'm hungry and running out of turkey slices to eat. I've consumed at least two pounds of turkey in less than a week (eating straight sandwich slices) and I'm starting to get sick of my water portion, too. I'm about to fry up some ground turkey, throw a little seasoning on it and start eating it straight. I'm jealous of my son, who can sit down and make a sandwich and just eat it. I can eat the meat and mayo from a sandwich, but not the bread or cheese. Standing too long in the kitchen makes my legs and especially feet spaz out, so making bread from my bean flour is out of the question right now. It's why I don't bake very often; I make something and have to sit down for a few hours afterwards. My Fibromyalgia is the worst in my legs.
If I can't figure it out, it will start to stress me out and I will get rid of the whole diet plan. I know her plan's schematics work, but as to carrying them out, I can't do it by myself. My motivation has changed from the want to be free of my symptoms to being hungry and just wanting to eat anything so that my stomach doesn't feel all the time like it's eating itself. The diet is making me feel worse because I can't deal with this radical change.
This is me flapping my arms.
This sucks. It is not going well. I have the options of vegetables (excluding corn), nuts of any kind, water, my olive oil, eggs and meats. My recipe box: peanut butter and celery. Salad.
Epic fail. I portioned things out, ran out of energy to portion the rest out, shoved it all in the freezer and am hoping I didn't waste a bunch of money on all those fresh vegetables I can't stand to eat all day every day. The portions asked of me are way too huge, I can't force myself to eat all that stuff all day anymore. I'm sick of it and just looking at my inventory makes me sick of it. I'm less than a week into my diet and seriously need some help. I will be calling my nutritionist's office tomorrow after I research the heck out of the internet for some clues as to what I can make with my limited ingredient list.
I'm hungry and running out of turkey slices to eat. I've consumed at least two pounds of turkey in less than a week (eating straight sandwich slices) and I'm starting to get sick of my water portion, too. I'm about to fry up some ground turkey, throw a little seasoning on it and start eating it straight. I'm jealous of my son, who can sit down and make a sandwich and just eat it. I can eat the meat and mayo from a sandwich, but not the bread or cheese. Standing too long in the kitchen makes my legs and especially feet spaz out, so making bread from my bean flour is out of the question right now. It's why I don't bake very often; I make something and have to sit down for a few hours afterwards. My Fibromyalgia is the worst in my legs.
If I can't figure it out, it will start to stress me out and I will get rid of the whole diet plan. I know her plan's schematics work, but as to carrying them out, I can't do it by myself. My motivation has changed from the want to be free of my symptoms to being hungry and just wanting to eat anything so that my stomach doesn't feel all the time like it's eating itself. The diet is making me feel worse because I can't deal with this radical change.
This is me flapping my arms.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
FIBRO - Fibromyalgia Food Diary Journal Entry One
All human bodies are unique. They are put through different circumstances and that means that every person’s body is going to react differently to medications, diet, exercise, stress and substances. This journal diary will not be an implication that my fellow Fibromyalgia community members should try what I do and get the same results; when I called my nutritionist for the first over the phone appointment, I had previously submitted a very thorough dietary history on top of some health issues that were individual to me in terms of severity.
I first learned of my nutritionist’s practice nearly a year ago, in the fall of 2010. I was asked to view one of her videos, referred by a friend, and I did. At first I thought the teachings about the causes of some of Fibromyalgia’s symptoms from improper diet were insane. Something told me though, that if I stopped to dig further and research a bit, this fellow Wisconsin citizen, now my nutritionist, may have an important key to the management of some of my Fibromyalgia symptoms. And so this diary is composed so that I can give her methods a try. I only have two outcomes of an attempt – failure or success. Let’s hope the result is success.
These are the ultimate goals of the diet change: balanced energy (if not more energy gained), gastrointestinal problems lessened, chemicals needed to sleep balanced, weight loss (am roughly 40 lbs. overweight for age/height), skin problems lessened, cortisol levels balanced, pain lessened, vitamin deficiencies balanced, girly problems lessened, cognitive difficulties (like memory) lessened.
These are the ultimate goals of the diet change: balanced energy (if not more energy gained), gastrointestinal problems lessened, chemicals needed to sleep balanced, weight loss (am roughly 40 lbs. overweight for age/height), skin problems lessened, cortisol levels balanced, pain lessened, vitamin deficiencies balanced, girly problems lessened, cognitive difficulties (like memory) lessened.
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND Before you read this list, that this is specially created for me and the various symptoms or goals I'm trying to reach for my height, weight, age and symptom severity. I recommend you get an appointment with Karen Hurd fromwww.karenhurd.com to personalize a diet for yourself if you have Fibromyalgia and are looking to manage the symptoms via diet. Doing the same diet as me is NOT going to get the same results, you need a personalized one!!!!
No List
(these things will worsen your condition and should be eliminated)
Sweets (cakes, pies, cookies, doughnuts, candy, ice cream, jello, pudding, muffins, sweetened breads [pumpkin bread, zucchini bread] etc.) Unless they're made with bean flour and have no sugar in them!
Natural sweeteners (honey, jam, jelly, syrup [even 100% pure maple syrup], molasses, etc.)
Artificial and “natural-artificial” sweeteners (Splenda, Stevia, Sweet N Low, Equal, Nutrasweet, aspartame, xyitol, mannitol, agave nectar, etc.)
Sweetened beverages (lemonade, Koolaid, hot chocolate, punch, Gatorade, etc.)
Sodas (diet or regular, caffeine free or not)
Fruit juice
Fruit
Caffeine (coffee; black, green, orange pekoe teas; Anacin, Excedrin, etc.). This includes decaffeinated beverages.
Dairy (milk, cheese, butter, cottage cheese, yogurt, sour cream, cream cheese, buttermilk, etc.)
Fragrances or perfumes (this includes scented laundry products, soaps, shampoos, scented candles, aroma therapy, etc.)
Saturated Fats (fatty meats [bacon, sausage, bratwurst, hotdogs, etc.], deep fried foods, fried chips, butter, margarine, cheese, sour cream, etc.)
Gum (regular or artificially sweetened)
Tea (of any kind, even if it’s herbal)
Beverages except for water
Starches (bread, rice, noodles, potatoes, cereal, crackers, chips, pretzels, corn, popcorn, grains)
Alcohol
Allowed List
(these things will neither worsen or improve your condition and are allowed ONLY if the do list is being accomplished everyday)
Nuts, seeds, and their butters (i.e. peanuts and peanut butter, almonds, and almond butter, etc.)
Soy products (tofu, tempeh, miso, soy nuts, unsweetened soy milk, etc.)
Condiments (mayonnaise, mustard, ketchup, salsa, tartar sauce, salad dressings, pickles, olives, etc.)
Oils (olive, canola, peanut, etc.) except palm kernel oils, (i.e. coconut oil)
Unsweetened almond milk
Do List
(these things will improve your condition and are required to be accomplished daily)
Eat a palm-size portion of efficient protein at every breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Efficient proteins are: eggs, meat (beef, pork, venison, lamb, buffalo, elk, rabbit, etc.), poultry (chicken, turkey, pheasant, dove, duck, goose, etc.), fish (of any kind), seafood.
Eat ½ cup of legumes 3 separate times in the day. Legumes are beans such as pinto, kidney, garbanzo, Great Northern, navy, lentils, limas, black, brown, white, red, black-eyed peas, yellow-eyed peas, pigeon peas, green split peas, yellow split peas, refried beans [without the added lard], hummus (ground chick peas), etc.
Eat 3-5 servings of vegetables daily with your meals or snacks. (Remember that corn is not a vegetable.) One serving = ½ cup, unless it is salad, then one serving = 1 ½ cups. The vegetables can be raw, steamed or cooked. They can come from cans or the frozen state. Consider tomatoes a vegetable.
Drink ½ gal water daily. The water must be purified.
1 quart is 32 fluid ounces, ½ gallon is 64 fluid ounces, ¾ gallon is 96 fluid ounces
Sleep/rest 8 hours in a twenty-four hour period or a total of 56__ per week. The hours do not have to be consecutive.
Eat ½ cup of nuts or seeds (lightly salted) daily. Keep them 1 ½ hours away from beans.
Monday
May 16th 2011
Dear Diary,
I was given a list of do’s and don’ts. The don’ts list was more than the do’s. When I went to the grocery store today, I was loathing the day. I confess my heart wasn’t in it. I looked at the grocery store differently; it was suddenly my enemy. I made a lot of changes. I thought I made a lot of changes and looking at that list today, I realized I didn’t make enough. Maybe that’s what made me bitter while grocery shopping.
It was one of the few times I went under my limit for shopping for groceries. Normally I get the same things every month because I have a budget to work with. It’s good. I realized tonight, after portioning out my fresh vegetables, canned beans and mixed nuts that I had purchased enough frozen and fresh foods to keep me on the diet I’m asked to do for at least half the month. Of course, I had to purchase things that were on my don’t list because my children still need to consume them. I did forgo the butter; and ended up making to-go bags of groceries I had at home for family/friends because I could not use the groceries I had in my diet. But with the little I have left, maybe I might be able to find a ride into town again and grab the last of the supplies I need.
I’ll tell you by the time I was done portioning, I had to sit down for the last half of portioning and am severely sore. Tired. I’d like to dance around in the living-room to music and pass out from the immense pain that’d induce, because I know that when I lay down in an hour (It’s 1am) to try and sleep…I won’t be sleeping, I’ll just be hurting. One side of my body won’t bear the weight of the other side of my body, my back will twitch and tense up when I lay on it and there’s no laying on my belly; I can’t breathe correctly when I do that.
It is one of my goals to see that this diet gives me enough energy to portion out my food and not keel over from lack of energy, lots of pain and the inability to work at the counter for a long period of time or stand up like that in one spot for long.
It reminds me that once upon a time I used to work as a prep cook. I was fluent at my job; standing for long periods of time portioning and preparing foods at the restaurant I worked at. With the way I felt tonight, and how bent over and pent up I was just trying to accomplish what I did, I don’t think anyone can fathom that I did that in my past.
Tomorrow’s goals: Portion out and freeze meats, hard-boil eggs. Sit down with my grocery list and figure out what cost was for what my food-planning diet demanded. Er. Requested. Change my attitude into a confident, desiring the diet one. Complaining will get me nowhere. Neither will dread.
I officially start the diet in entirety tomorrow. Today! LOL
Monday, January 17, 2011
LIFE - The Pros of Kons
From zombies to anime, steampunk, comics and sci-fi...they're WISCONSIN CONS!!!
(I posted them in order of dates. Also, if information is N/A, I couldn't really find the info for 2011.)
Anime Milwaukee in Milwaukee - http://www.animemilwaukee.com/
Topics: anime
Activities: cosplay, panels, video programming, rave, exibit hall, AMV contests, children's programming, video gaming, maid cafe
2011 Date: February 18 - 20
KitsuneKon in Appleton - http://kitsunekon.com/
Topics: anime
Activities: cosplay, dance, panels, AMV contests, vendors
2011 Date: February 25 - 27
No Brand Con in Eau Claire (first anime convention in WI)- http://www.nobrandcon.com/
Topics: anime
Activities: AMV contests, panels, gaming
2011 Date: April 15-17
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NakamaCon in Madison - http://www.nakamacon.com/News/
Topics: steampunk, anime, anthropomorphic
Activities: N/A
2011 Date: May 27 - 29 (Safari theme, con trying to go entirely anthropomorphic)
WisCon in Madison - http://www.wiscon.info/
Topics: sci-fi
Activities: panels, bake sale, auction, art show, vendors
2011 Date: May 26 - 30
NADW Con in Madison - http://www.nadwcon.org/
Topics: sci-fi
Activities: charity auction, masquerade, gala banquet, vendors
2011 Date: July 8 - 11
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Geek.Kon in Madison - http://www.geekkon.net/
Topics: anime, sci-fi, gaming
Activities: AMV contests, talent show, masquerade, masked ball, mixer, panels
2011 Date: September 9-11
TeslaCon in Madison - http://www.teslacon.org/
Topics: steampunk
Activities: N/A
2011 Date: November 18 - 20
Daisho Con in Steven's Point - http://www.daishocon.com/
Topics: anime, gaming, sci-fi
Activities: panels, online contests
2011 Date: N/A
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Edge Comic-Con in Edgerton - http://www.edgecomiccon.com/index.html
Topics: comics
Activities: N/A
2011 Date: N/A
WausaubiCon in Wausau - http://www.facebook.com/WausaubiCon?v=wall#!/WausaubiCon
Topics: anime
Activities: N/A
2011 Date: N/A
ZombieCon in Milwaukee - http://www.zombieconx.com/index.html
Topics: zombies, horror
Activities: N/A
2011 Date: N/A
(I posted them in order of dates. Also, if information is N/A, I couldn't really find the info for 2011.)
Anime Milwaukee in Milwaukee - http://www.animemilwaukee.com/
Topics: anime
Activities: cosplay, panels, video programming, rave, exibit hall, AMV contests, children's programming, video gaming, maid cafe
2011 Date: February 18 - 20
KitsuneKon in Appleton - http://kitsunekon.com/
Topics: anime
Activities: cosplay, dance, panels, AMV contests, vendors
2011 Date: February 25 - 27
No Brand Con in Eau Claire (first anime convention in WI)- http://www.nobrandcon.com/
Topics: anime
Activities: AMV contests, panels, gaming
2011 Date: April 15-17
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NakamaCon in Madison - http://www.nakamacon.com/News/
Topics: steampunk, anime, anthropomorphic
Activities: N/A
2011 Date: May 27 - 29 (Safari theme, con trying to go entirely anthropomorphic)
WisCon in Madison - http://www.wiscon.info/
Topics: sci-fi
Activities: panels, bake sale, auction, art show, vendors
2011 Date: May 26 - 30
NADW Con in Madison - http://www.nadwcon.org/
Topics: sci-fi
Activities: charity auction, masquerade, gala banquet, vendors
2011 Date: July 8 - 11
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Geek.Kon in Madison - http://www.geekkon.net/
Topics: anime, sci-fi, gaming
Activities: AMV contests, talent show, masquerade, masked ball, mixer, panels
2011 Date: September 9-11
TeslaCon in Madison - http://www.teslacon.org/
Topics: steampunk
Activities: N/A
2011 Date: November 18 - 20
Daisho Con in Steven's Point - http://www.daishocon.com/
Topics: anime, gaming, sci-fi
Activities: panels, online contests
2011 Date: N/A
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Edge Comic-Con in Edgerton - http://www.edgecomiccon.com/index.html
Topics: comics
Activities: N/A
2011 Date: N/A
WausaubiCon in Wausau - http://www.facebook.com/WausaubiCon?v=wall#!/WausaubiCon
Topics: anime
Activities: N/A
2011 Date: N/A
ZombieCon in Milwaukee - http://www.zombieconx.com/index.html
Topics: zombies, horror
Activities: N/A
2011 Date: N/A
PROSE - The SteamPunk Artist of Wisconsin
It's Monday. I'm cold. I'm bored and looking for something light to do when my son's homeschooling doesn't demand my attention. So.
I'm going to start drawing SteamPunk-style! Picking up my old habit of drawing; but with a new spin on it. I'm interested in the lines and mechanics that the topic reveals in the artwork; rather lack of...in artwork I am coming across nowadays that is SteamPunk. You could get some totally awesome designs from just studying the drawing of mechanics alone and combine that with spectacular characters of various degree. But does anyone go that extra mile? Not really. I've seen one element really pop out in a picture, but lack in the other elements of SteamPunk. I would like to try and go that extra mile. This blog is dedicated to the SteamPunk artists of Wisconsin :) (Unite!)
"Steampunk is a sub-genre of science fiction, alternate history, and speculative fiction that came into prominence during the 1980s and early 1990s. Specifically, steampunk involves an era or world where steam power is still widely used—usually the 19th century and often Victorian era Britain—that incorporates prominent elements of either science fiction or fantasy. Works of steampunk often feature anachronistic technology or futuristic innovations as Victorians may have envisioned them; in other words, based on a Victorian perspective on fashion, culture, architectural style, art, etc. This technology may include such fictional machines as those found in the works of H. G. Wells and Jules Verne or real technologies like the computer but developed earlier in an alternate history." - Wikipedia.org
It is a chance for the artist to delve into something new and change a style of painting or drawing to include the detailed and the daring.
Find out more about SteamPunk here:
I highly suggest you look over all pages for a very thorough response to this question!
How to Start Drawing SteamPunk-Style
Disclaimer: This DIY Drawing SteamPunk-Style is suggestive only; it is the opinion of the blogger and not really based on anything else like advertisement or favouritism :P It is basically how I'm going to be drawing.
The four elements of drawing SteamPunk style are (in no particular order):
- Mechanical. Learning how steam-powered mechanisms work and how they look like is important in designing flying, land-roving, nautical or the useful tools used on one's person.
- Characters. The artist should learn what styles of characters are generally used in SteamPunk. They are primarily the Aristocrat, the Gadgeteer, the Scientist, the Explorer, the Officer, the Citizen, the Air Pirate, or the Ragamuffin. What would a Victorian aristocrat look like? What would they wear? What tiny details of his garb or personal belongings reflect on his lifestyle? What is the difference between an air pirate and an explorer? Ect. It is learning how to draw the hairstyles, the shoes they wore, how to draw textures and include colours that pertain to the Victorian era that also make your characters really stand out as SteamPunk toons.
- Scenery. The Wisconsin artist learns all about cool things of Wisconsin that can go into backgrounds or be incorporated into a character's pose or actions. Maybe behind a gadgeteer toon's figure is a steam-powered car rolling down the world's first speedway, the Milwaukee Mile, in West Allis. This can be applied to where ever you live; I suggest local scenery because where you live is where you can get the best opportunities to create realistic scenery.
- History. Learn your history, noobs. This is where what ISN'T SteamPunk and what IS SteamPunk can really be defined for you in what your designs convey and negate the majority of negative feedback you might get in your artwork given by your fellow SteamPunk fanatics.
History
I'm going to start drawing SteamPunk-style! Picking up my old habit of drawing; but with a new spin on it. I'm interested in the lines and mechanics that the topic reveals in the artwork; rather lack of...in artwork I am coming across nowadays that is SteamPunk. You could get some totally awesome designs from just studying the drawing of mechanics alone and combine that with spectacular characters of various degree. But does anyone go that extra mile? Not really. I've seen one element really pop out in a picture, but lack in the other elements of SteamPunk. I would like to try and go that extra mile. This blog is dedicated to the SteamPunk artists of Wisconsin :) (Unite!)
What is SteamPunk, you ask?
"Steampunk is a sub-genre of science fiction, alternate history, and speculative fiction that came into prominence during the 1980s and early 1990s. Specifically, steampunk involves an era or world where steam power is still widely used—usually the 19th century and often Victorian era Britain—that incorporates prominent elements of either science fiction or fantasy. Works of steampunk often feature anachronistic technology or futuristic innovations as Victorians may have envisioned them; in other words, based on a Victorian perspective on fashion, culture, architectural style, art, etc. This technology may include such fictional machines as those found in the works of H. G. Wells and Jules Verne or real technologies like the computer but developed earlier in an alternate history." - Wikipedia.org
It is a chance for the artist to delve into something new and change a style of painting or drawing to include the detailed and the daring.
Find out more about SteamPunk here:
I highly suggest you look over all pages for a very thorough response to this question!
Wikipedia - Steampunk
Tor: SteamPunk 101
What is SteamPunk? A Subculture Infiltrating Films, Music, Fashion and More
The WriteRunner: What is SteamPunk?
The Clockwork Century
The Gatehouse: SteamPunk
Tor: SteamPunk 101
What is SteamPunk? A Subculture Infiltrating Films, Music, Fashion and More
The WriteRunner: What is SteamPunk?
The Clockwork Century
The Gatehouse: SteamPunk
How to Start Drawing SteamPunk-Style
Disclaimer: This DIY Drawing SteamPunk-Style is suggestive only; it is the opinion of the blogger and not really based on anything else like advertisement or favouritism :P It is basically how I'm going to be drawing.
The four elements of drawing SteamPunk style are (in no particular order):
- Mechanical. Learning how steam-powered mechanisms work and how they look like is important in designing flying, land-roving, nautical or the useful tools used on one's person.
- Characters. The artist should learn what styles of characters are generally used in SteamPunk. They are primarily the Aristocrat, the Gadgeteer, the Scientist, the Explorer, the Officer, the Citizen, the Air Pirate, or the Ragamuffin. What would a Victorian aristocrat look like? What would they wear? What tiny details of his garb or personal belongings reflect on his lifestyle? What is the difference between an air pirate and an explorer? Ect. It is learning how to draw the hairstyles, the shoes they wore, how to draw textures and include colours that pertain to the Victorian era that also make your characters really stand out as SteamPunk toons.
- Scenery. The Wisconsin artist learns all about cool things of Wisconsin that can go into backgrounds or be incorporated into a character's pose or actions. Maybe behind a gadgeteer toon's figure is a steam-powered car rolling down the world's first speedway, the Milwaukee Mile, in West Allis. This can be applied to where ever you live; I suggest local scenery because where you live is where you can get the best opportunities to create realistic scenery.
- History. Learn your history, noobs. This is where what ISN'T SteamPunk and what IS SteamPunk can really be defined for you in what your designs convey and negate the majority of negative feedback you might get in your artwork given by your fellow SteamPunk fanatics.
Mechanical Drawing
Mechanical drawing is very important to the SteamPunk artist. Any idiot can draw a circle shape (even badly-drawn) but can any idiot draw a bolt and have it look like a bolt? If you can't get mechanical drawing down, I suggest you stop trying to draw SteamPunk style and just stick to illustrating children's books. Not that that's bad, either, we do need someone to continue drawing hungry caterpillars for our wee ones :)Mechanical Drawing
How to Draw SteamPunk Machines
Wikipedia - Steam Engines
Crabfu SteamWork Toys
Airship and Blimp Resources
Wikipedia - Airships
Wikipedia - Zeppelins
Wikipedia - Sumbarines
Wikipedia - Steam Car
How to Draw SteamPunk Machines
Wikipedia - Steam Engines
Crabfu SteamWork Toys
Airship and Blimp Resources
Wikipedia - Airships
Wikipedia - Zeppelins
Wikipedia - Sumbarines
Wikipedia - Steam Car
Characters
This name generator is pretty cool when needing names for drawn characters, characters in a text-based game, writing stories or coming up with a new title for yourself in cosplay:History
By the 1830's, factories began to use steam power instead of water power. Many machines that were driven by steam were powerful and cheap to run. Also, factories that used steam power could be built anywhere, not just along the banks of fast-moving rivers like they had been before. As a result of this, American industry expanded rapidly. At the same time, new machines made it possible to produce more goods at a lower price. These more affordable prices attracted eager buyers. Families no longer had to make clothing and other things in their homes. Instead, they could but factory-made goods.
Jules Verne's SteamPunk WisconsinWikipedia - Victorian Era
Victoriana
Wikipedia - Timeine of Steam Power
More links will be added as I continue my artwork and research :)
This is Sophronia Rosse Paxton, airship merchant's daughter, out.
Victoriana
Wikipedia - Timeine of Steam Power
More links will be added as I continue my artwork and research :)
This is Sophronia Rosse Paxton, airship merchant's daughter, out.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
LIFE - Embroidering Hope
To create artwork on cloth often takes time, knowledge of your craft and patience. I was embroidering today and with every stitch, snip of the threads and puncture of cloth, I was thinking of my future and what it would hold.
Not so long ago everything looked so bleak to me and suddenly, doors and windows both opened up when I embraced my faith rather than denied it. *snip snip* Hrm. Snow white. The colour of rebirth; the colour of my sleepiness converting to rebirth. The clouded past clearing to a bright and crisp December morning blanketed by day-old snow. Blue, my noble and second favourite colour. Blue like the eyes I wish I was born with; always envied. *draws the thread up through the cloth in long, repetitive movements* Blue, like the oceans I want to cross so very soon! Blue - the colour I want to wear when I get married some day. *carefully cuts the thread and rethreads the needle with*...ah purple. The best. What has seen me through since I was a child. I look forward to seeing my future painted with this one; whether in my childrens' imaginations or in the scenery of my home.
I wanted to sew silver threads into this piece, but I cannot bring myself to it. Silver is the colour of the unknown, the part I will leave up to Someone far bigger and greater than myself. I won't imagine that part; the part where I give up my concerns of tomorrow to Him and life continues onward as I hone my faith. I won't imagine that part because it leaves room for me to live for today and appreciate the blessings I've got before the day is through.
My rather jumbled thoughts for the evening.
*sets aside sewing for today and turns out the lights*
Not so long ago everything looked so bleak to me and suddenly, doors and windows both opened up when I embraced my faith rather than denied it. *snip snip* Hrm. Snow white. The colour of rebirth; the colour of my sleepiness converting to rebirth. The clouded past clearing to a bright and crisp December morning blanketed by day-old snow. Blue, my noble and second favourite colour. Blue like the eyes I wish I was born with; always envied. *draws the thread up through the cloth in long, repetitive movements* Blue, like the oceans I want to cross so very soon! Blue - the colour I want to wear when I get married some day. *carefully cuts the thread and rethreads the needle with*...ah purple. The best. What has seen me through since I was a child. I look forward to seeing my future painted with this one; whether in my childrens' imaginations or in the scenery of my home.
I wanted to sew silver threads into this piece, but I cannot bring myself to it. Silver is the colour of the unknown, the part I will leave up to Someone far bigger and greater than myself. I won't imagine that part; the part where I give up my concerns of tomorrow to Him and life continues onward as I hone my faith. I won't imagine that part because it leaves room for me to live for today and appreciate the blessings I've got before the day is through.
My rather jumbled thoughts for the evening.
*sets aside sewing for today and turns out the lights*
Sunday, June 15, 2008
...you cut me open, and it's draining all of me...though they find it hard to believe...I'll be wearing these scars for everyone to see...I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away, but they don't know the truth...
My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closin'...you cut me open
Will I ever feel that again, true love, hope and light-hearted faith? Feeling absolutely, utterly beautiful? Finding more joy in my life because I have a strong relationship?
I am in doubt. Maybe don't have any more doubt left, just no faith in the ideal. Yes, ideal. Maybe that's all it ever was.
They try to pull me away, but they don't know the truth...
My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closin'...you cut me open
Will I ever feel that again, true love, hope and light-hearted faith? Feeling absolutely, utterly beautiful? Finding more joy in my life because I have a strong relationship?
I am in doubt. Maybe don't have any more doubt left, just no faith in the ideal. Yes, ideal. Maybe that's all it ever was.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
LIFE- The Incandescent Maiden
Incandescent =
She is beautiful, and age twenty or so. Her hair is long, thick and heavy. Her eyes sparkle though they are a plain, dark brown. She has a big smile, and full lips. Soft hands, though worked by time with lines and markings across the skin. She is middle-sized, but content with that - no marks mar her stomach yet.
I watch her. She is in front of the mirror, pinning up fake flowers into her hair and fastening feathers with ribbons. She's happy, and it shows on her round face. The Maiden is funny-looking, but not to me. She wears worn out jeans, is barefoot and an old gown with long sleeves and a dirty skirt hem. After adjusting her locks, she turns her head from side to side to admire her handiwork. Lovely! She is such a little girl still.
She stands, and I am afraid she may run away, the flowers falling from her hair. She does not. She simply discards the black, worn mirror and clambers up a nearby tree, bare feet curved slightly over each board nailed to the trunk. I know she cannot see me. She does not know, and won't for years to come - so I tread across the grass, the ground a little cold beneath my bare feet.
Settling against the tree's thick trunk, the Maiden withdraws a small, worn paperback from a sagging pocket in her gown. She settles down to read. As she turns the pages, one of her hands reaches up so that her forefinger may push large, square pink glasses further back up her nose.
I smile a bit. It must be nice to be her. She has responsibilities, yes. But she has freedom to dream, freedom in her mind to reach out towards things she will not have. Or may have yet. She does not know - all she should do is just be young. Plucking the mirror from the ground, I brush a few blades of dewdrop grass from the handle. Dare I?
Once...not too long ago, I ...well. Thought I lost the Maiden within me. Thought that I stabbed and killed a part of me that I was selfishly saving, clinging to, when in Texas, there was nothing left to sacrifice on behalf of the survival of myself and my son. I was afraid to look in the mirror. My eyes got teary. I pushed the glasses up my nose.
There was a time I set the mirror down, forgetting. Not caring what was reflected. I was simply lost. I looked up, my gaze snapping to attention. She was gone.
I panicked, slightly, jaw agape to speak words. Before I uttered a sound, I saw her run around from behind the tree and zip into the house, the screen door banging loudly behind her.
I turned the mirror over in my grasp. Closed my eyes.
And today I looked into the mirror. I saw white hair that won't stay colored, streaking my thinning locks. But my hair is still soft, and healthy. I saw a face worn by time, but it is still round and full of color. I stared into the mirror - and saw a body I am not proud of. One marred by the marks of motherhood, although it is a vessel of life. One I want to get straightened out so that it does not cripple me at a young, so young age.
I saw. I saw my heart mended, after a period of absolute grief, pain and suffering. I owe that largely to my friends this last year. I saw confidence in myself as a mother, lost and gained both abrupt in manner. I see...a Maiden who wears ribbons again. And flowers. And I see....I smile...because I see...a dreamer again. A butterfly, and a gypsy. A princess, no, but a beautiful woman on the inside.
I see the Maiden again. Though wiser, and older. Not polished, nor waning, but incandescent...
| 1. | (of light) produced by incandescence. |
| 2. | glowing or white with heat. |
| 3. | intensely bright; brilliant. |
| 4. | brilliant; masterly; extraordinarily lucid: an incandescent masterpiece; incandescent wit. |
| 5. | aglow with ardor, purpose, etc.: the incandescent vitality of youth. |
She is beautiful, and age twenty or so. Her hair is long, thick and heavy. Her eyes sparkle though they are a plain, dark brown. She has a big smile, and full lips. Soft hands, though worked by time with lines and markings across the skin. She is middle-sized, but content with that - no marks mar her stomach yet.
I watch her. She is in front of the mirror, pinning up fake flowers into her hair and fastening feathers with ribbons. She's happy, and it shows on her round face. The Maiden is funny-looking, but not to me. She wears worn out jeans, is barefoot and an old gown with long sleeves and a dirty skirt hem. After adjusting her locks, she turns her head from side to side to admire her handiwork. Lovely! She is such a little girl still.
She stands, and I am afraid she may run away, the flowers falling from her hair. She does not. She simply discards the black, worn mirror and clambers up a nearby tree, bare feet curved slightly over each board nailed to the trunk. I know she cannot see me. She does not know, and won't for years to come - so I tread across the grass, the ground a little cold beneath my bare feet.
Settling against the tree's thick trunk, the Maiden withdraws a small, worn paperback from a sagging pocket in her gown. She settles down to read. As she turns the pages, one of her hands reaches up so that her forefinger may push large, square pink glasses further back up her nose.
I smile a bit. It must be nice to be her. She has responsibilities, yes. But she has freedom to dream, freedom in her mind to reach out towards things she will not have. Or may have yet. She does not know - all she should do is just be young. Plucking the mirror from the ground, I brush a few blades of dewdrop grass from the handle. Dare I?
Once...not too long ago, I ...well. Thought I lost the Maiden within me. Thought that I stabbed and killed a part of me that I was selfishly saving, clinging to, when in Texas, there was nothing left to sacrifice on behalf of the survival of myself and my son. I was afraid to look in the mirror. My eyes got teary. I pushed the glasses up my nose.
There was a time I set the mirror down, forgetting. Not caring what was reflected. I was simply lost. I looked up, my gaze snapping to attention. She was gone.
I panicked, slightly, jaw agape to speak words. Before I uttered a sound, I saw her run around from behind the tree and zip into the house, the screen door banging loudly behind her.
I turned the mirror over in my grasp. Closed my eyes.
And today I looked into the mirror. I saw white hair that won't stay colored, streaking my thinning locks. But my hair is still soft, and healthy. I saw a face worn by time, but it is still round and full of color. I stared into the mirror - and saw a body I am not proud of. One marred by the marks of motherhood, although it is a vessel of life. One I want to get straightened out so that it does not cripple me at a young, so young age.
I saw. I saw my heart mended, after a period of absolute grief, pain and suffering. I owe that largely to my friends this last year. I saw confidence in myself as a mother, lost and gained both abrupt in manner. I see...a Maiden who wears ribbons again. And flowers. And I see....I smile...because I see...a dreamer again. A butterfly, and a gypsy. A princess, no, but a beautiful woman on the inside.
I see the Maiden again. Though wiser, and older. Not polished, nor waning, but incandescent...
LIFE- Loneliness, Room for Rent
Loneliness...when fear captures your soul, breeds more fear...and then fills you with emptiness. You allow it - fear. They say there is an opposite to everything; fear's opposite would be courage.
I guess I've been trying to tell you all along to have faith, have courage. Stand up for yourself. And from my life's experiences, what you're doing now ISN'T what you think you are doing, it's not courage. It's fear. Fear of being alone. Fear of being lonely.
Well. What do you want to say when you reach the top of your life's mountain? That you absolutely had to, in every part of your life, rely on someone else to help you? Don't you want to stand on that mountain...proud of what -you- and -you- alone did? I guess not. You want to hold someone's hand on the way up. You want someone to lead you.
Stop, and stretch upwards - you and you alone can do it. You and you alone should do it. I have faith in you, my dear friend...
I guess I've been trying to tell you all along to have faith, have courage. Stand up for yourself. And from my life's experiences, what you're doing now ISN'T what you think you are doing, it's not courage. It's fear. Fear of being alone. Fear of being lonely.
Well. What do you want to say when you reach the top of your life's mountain? That you absolutely had to, in every part of your life, rely on someone else to help you? Don't you want to stand on that mountain...proud of what -you- and -you- alone did? I guess not. You want to hold someone's hand on the way up. You want someone to lead you.
Stop, and stretch upwards - you and you alone can do it. You and you alone should do it. I have faith in you, my dear friend...
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
LIFE- The story of Heidi.
When I was little, I was given a storybook...one of those thin Goldenbooks that you could prop together and make neat little pictures along your shelf if you lined them up correctly. Oh, I did love to read when I was young...reading took me places that my feet and eyes could not go. It allowed me to open up my mind and imagine....create...draw....paint...think.
One of my favorite tales was that of Heidi. This rosy, spirited young girl who lived in the mountains with her Grandfather after her caretakers, can't rightly remember if they were her parents or not...had passed away. Heidi was afraid at first, but then this curly-haired girl soon became a ruddy, sturdy little thing who loved the mountains and spent time learning a great deal of her environment from Grandfather.
It is sort of funny, that. My own grandpa was quite the man. He was this wisened, wrinkled soul - you could look into his eyes and see fathomless memories of untold tales. He reminds me of Heidi's Grandfather so much.
And then the people down below the mountains decided it wasn't healthy for a little girl to grow up without school, so she was sent down to the city. I believe she lived with a little girl named 'Clara' who could not walk. Eventually, Heidi returned to see her grandfather, with Clara, who learned how to walk in those beautiful mountains.
Right now, I feel like Clara. Stopped. My world was spinning so fast that when it stopped dead...I tripped on life. And sat there, thinking of what to do next. It is not easy for a girl who is in jobs all her life that were fast-paced and always rushing to just...stop. Hammertime? No, don't think that, I'm just getting a little tired.
But, I will be moving, planning on it once I get my feet on the ground. It will be a while, my roomie Drew, also needs to get his feet on the ground. I promised him I wouldn't leave him hanging, so as we both situate our lives, we'll be leaning on each other as friends to do so. That reminds me of the "Lean on Me" song one of our Edison Middle school teachers taught us in the middle of the pod as we all sat on the floor.
Maybe instead of these molehills I keep tripping over, I need to just straight on tackle a mountain.
Not necessarily like...My Side of the Mountain, for I've my little son to take care of...but maybe more like Clara coming up the mountain, carried and bundled in blankets...and then finally walking back down the mountain when it was time for her to go home.
Goodnight, and sweet dreams.
Sarah
One of my favorite tales was that of Heidi. This rosy, spirited young girl who lived in the mountains with her Grandfather after her caretakers, can't rightly remember if they were her parents or not...had passed away. Heidi was afraid at first, but then this curly-haired girl soon became a ruddy, sturdy little thing who loved the mountains and spent time learning a great deal of her environment from Grandfather.
It is sort of funny, that. My own grandpa was quite the man. He was this wisened, wrinkled soul - you could look into his eyes and see fathomless memories of untold tales. He reminds me of Heidi's Grandfather so much.
And then the people down below the mountains decided it wasn't healthy for a little girl to grow up without school, so she was sent down to the city. I believe she lived with a little girl named 'Clara' who could not walk. Eventually, Heidi returned to see her grandfather, with Clara, who learned how to walk in those beautiful mountains.
Right now, I feel like Clara. Stopped. My world was spinning so fast that when it stopped dead...I tripped on life. And sat there, thinking of what to do next. It is not easy for a girl who is in jobs all her life that were fast-paced and always rushing to just...stop. Hammertime? No, don't think that, I'm just getting a little tired.
But, I will be moving, planning on it once I get my feet on the ground. It will be a while, my roomie Drew, also needs to get his feet on the ground. I promised him I wouldn't leave him hanging, so as we both situate our lives, we'll be leaning on each other as friends to do so. That reminds me of the "Lean on Me" song one of our Edison Middle school teachers taught us in the middle of the pod as we all sat on the floor.
Maybe instead of these molehills I keep tripping over, I need to just straight on tackle a mountain.
Not necessarily like...My Side of the Mountain, for I've my little son to take care of...but maybe more like Clara coming up the mountain, carried and bundled in blankets...and then finally walking back down the mountain when it was time for her to go home.
Goodnight, and sweet dreams.
Sarah
Sunday, February 17, 2008
NAPOLEON- Birthday on the 22nd.
My little boy is growing up so fast, sometimes he frustrates me so, sometimes he's the only person in the world I adore at that moment. As I write, he sleeps peacefully, his dreams consisting of movies, toys and testing Mommy tomorrow with some new ideal of a child's youth.
Has it really been four years? Just yesterday, it seemed, I was eighteen and afraid. Looking back at age fourteen and contemplating. Eyes big. Road long and wide ahead of me.
How utterly lost and foolish I was at that age, newly becoming an adult and thinking I -so- knew the world.
Will he do the same thing? I think yes. But I hope and pray I can be a good mother to my son until then...teach him the best I can by example, love and discipline.
His birthday's on Friday the 22nd. I hope you can come, we're in St. Albans, WV. We may be somewhere closer to you next year, I don't know. I will try to plan out what my goals are tomorrow evening...
-Mommaspider
Has it really been four years? Just yesterday, it seemed, I was eighteen and afraid. Looking back at age fourteen and contemplating. Eyes big. Road long and wide ahead of me.
How utterly lost and foolish I was at that age, newly becoming an adult and thinking I -so- knew the world.
Will he do the same thing? I think yes. But I hope and pray I can be a good mother to my son until then...teach him the best I can by example, love and discipline.
His birthday's on Friday the 22nd. I hope you can come, we're in St. Albans, WV. We may be somewhere closer to you next year, I don't know. I will try to plan out what my goals are tomorrow evening...
-Mommaspider
PROSE- But not mine.
We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield
We are strong, no one can tell us were wrong
Searchin our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield
Youre beggin me to go, youre makin me stay
Why do you hurt me so bad?
It would help me to know
Do I stand in your way, or am I the best thing youve had?
Believe me, believe me, I cant tell you why
But Im trapped by your love, and Im chained to your side
We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield
We are strong, no one can tell us were wrong
Searchin our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield
Were losing control
Will you turn me away or touch me deep inside?
And before this gets old, will it still feel the same?
Theres no way this will die
But if we get much closer, I could lose control
And if your heart surrenders, youll need me to hold
We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield
We are strong, no one can tell us were wrong
Searchin our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield
We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield
We are strong, no one can tell us were wrong
Searchin our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield
We are strong, no one can tell us were wrong
Searchin our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield
Youre beggin me to go, youre makin me stay
Why do you hurt me so bad?
It would help me to know
Do I stand in your way, or am I the best thing youve had?
Believe me, believe me, I cant tell you why
But Im trapped by your love, and Im chained to your side
We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield
We are strong, no one can tell us were wrong
Searchin our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield
Were losing control
Will you turn me away or touch me deep inside?
And before this gets old, will it still feel the same?
Theres no way this will die
But if we get much closer, I could lose control
And if your heart surrenders, youll need me to hold
We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield
We are strong, no one can tell us were wrong
Searchin our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield
We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demands
Love is a battlefield
We are strong, no one can tell us were wrong
Searchin our hearts for so long, both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
COWCRAP- The Dysfunction of my Shell
So yeah, the night before last I was carrying Napoleon from the bathroom to the bedroom, five easy steps away and my knee did something I don't think it's supposed to do. I heard it loudly, and I faltered. So of course I couldn't sleep, because not only does it feel like my own body is crushing me when I lay down, my knee was shooting pain clear up to my hip.
I paid for it yesterday.
I am also pretty clumsy and have to type slow sometimes so I can simply 'think' of what I want to say. At this point in reading my complaining, useless blog, if you are feeling sympathy for me - don't. I can't afford my medicine, so I guess it's my own damned fault for suffering the freaking symptoms. So last night my equilibrium was off, and I couldn't CONCENTRATE. I tripped over a toy I didn't see in the dark (thought Napoleon and I put them all away), and crashed headlong into my computer, palms first. Bit bruised today. Bit even more ungraceful and messed up. I slept entirely too long today because my body felt like it was beat up and run over by Mexicans racing to a soccer game (that had free beer).
So whatever. I having to sit down like three times throughout doing the dishes. Dragging my feet wherever I go because my limbs don't obey me properly. Hating all the years I waitressed and could multi-task, and now I can't concentrate or focus on one thing for too long properly either.
I'm starting to think I'm a crappy mom. I hate having really good chances to do things for myself and then them wasting away because apparently I suck at life.
QQ
I paid for it yesterday.
I am also pretty clumsy and have to type slow sometimes so I can simply 'think' of what I want to say. At this point in reading my complaining, useless blog, if you are feeling sympathy for me - don't. I can't afford my medicine, so I guess it's my own damned fault for suffering the freaking symptoms. So last night my equilibrium was off, and I couldn't CONCENTRATE. I tripped over a toy I didn't see in the dark (thought Napoleon and I put them all away), and crashed headlong into my computer, palms first. Bit bruised today. Bit even more ungraceful and messed up. I slept entirely too long today because my body felt like it was beat up and run over by Mexicans racing to a soccer game (that had free beer).
So whatever. I having to sit down like three times throughout doing the dishes. Dragging my feet wherever I go because my limbs don't obey me properly. Hating all the years I waitressed and could multi-task, and now I can't concentrate or focus on one thing for too long properly either.
I'm starting to think I'm a crappy mom. I hate having really good chances to do things for myself and then them wasting away because apparently I suck at life.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
GAMING - Imperian Log of Aivas and Vella's Children, Chapter 2
(I play a character named Vella ((In Imperian)), and she has three Akrabi children she is introducing, for the first time, to Lyrith, her father. Any actions the Akrabi children perform are really cast as illusions with my bardess' talent.)
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Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "How is all?"
You give a trillingly melodic laugh.
A soft 'meep' squeaks behind Vella, followed by two childish giggles.
You say, "Just fine, Dad, trying to get into Khandava now."
Comprehension flashes across Lyrith's face.
An Akrabi child's head pokes out behind Vella's left side and his sisters peek out behind their mother's right.
You say to Lyrith, "Save me from them."
Vella grins a bit, her mouthparts moving as she speaks.
Lyrith's ears prick up suddenly.
Rigal leaps out from behind his mother, hunching up and baring the undeveloped stinger at the end of his tail.
You roll your eyes.
Lyrith's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
The two little Akrabi girls behind Vella raise their claw-like hands to their mouths and giggle.
You say, "Rigal. This is your Grandfather."
You say, "Be nice."
Vella 's tone is warning as she peers down at the hunched up child.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Ah, well they haven't seen me before..."
Lyrith chuckles long and heartily.
Rigal's tail waves back and forth in menacing fashion as he approaches you cautiously, his bright eyes studying you intently.
Vella reaches out and grabs Rigal's tail before he attempts to strike.
You say, "Rigal!"
The small boy squeaks and feigns death, slumping in his mother's grasp.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Lots of work, I see."
The form of Lyrith's lips twists into a feral grin, tiny wolven fangs glinting slightly in the light.
The two Akrabi girls leap out and pounce the stilled body of their brother. They all tumble down in gales of laughter.
You nod slowly.
Vella rubs her temples.
You say, "Children."
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Well, we all were at once point."
The laughter continues as the three tickle and poke each other with their stingers, the boy more than most.
Lyrith tenderly strokes your cheek.
You snuggle up close to Lyrith, smiling happily.
You wrap your tail around Lyrith affectionately, pulling him close.
Lyra tumbles off of her brother after he soundly shoves her away with his clawlike foot.
Saphira takes advantage of the moment and tortures Rigal with more tickling.
Lyrith's eyes sparkle with amusement.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "I wish I had that kind of energy anymore!"
Finished with the playtime, Lyra wraps her tail around her and begins to suck her thumb, staring up at you with the same bright, curious eyes of her brother.
You say, "I don't, that's for certain."
Vella stares down at Lyra.
You say, "Yes?"
Lyra shyly clicks softly, once, as she peers up at you.
Your eyes twinkle enchantingly.
You say, "Say Gran-d-pa."
Rigal locks Saphira's arms and begins tickling her. As she squeals, her throat makes an odd protest of clicks and snaps.
It is the 18th day of Naturalis, in the year 542 AD.
Lyra shyly lowers her median eyes, her tiny ones set back into her face still peer upwards.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel smiles brightly down at the children.
The little Akrabi girl takes a big breath and clears her throat. She tugs at Vella.
Vella kneels down, bending her head towards the child.
Lyra's tail reaches out and grabs Vella's arm, drawing her closer.
Vella nods at Lyra.
Lyra gives a high-pitched, joyous chirping and jumps on your leg, wrapping her arms around you as she proclaims,"Gran-pa!"
You smile wryly, quite clearly amused.
Lyrith beams broadly.
Rigal looks up at Lyra, briefly pushing Saphira away. Saphira brushes her face off and peers up at you both, brown eyes curious and alert.
The other two Akrabi children leap towards you, also clinging to your legs, three tails all together seeking to wrap themselves about your legs.
You say, "Oh dear."
You say to Lyrith, "I told them you have the 'c' word."
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel keeps his balance, smiling brightly.
Lyrith's ears prick up in response to you.
"Ma said you have candy, Granpa," Rigal grins, his pincers showing. He begins probing your pockets.
You say, "Rigal!"
Shy Lyra looks up thoughtfully, and begins sucking her thumb again.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Ahh. So I do..."
Saphira wags her tail contently. "Do you really, Granpa?"
You say, "Like they don't get enough."
You give a pained sigh.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "I might, but only if your mother says it's okay for you to have it."
Lyrith's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
You give a mischievous grin.
All three faces of the children shine as they ask in unison,"Pleaeeeeese?"
You say, "How can I resist?"
Lyrith utters a deep, rumbling laugh.
Vella gives them an approving nod, her tail wrapping around her ankle.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Well, then..."
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel dips his hands into his cloak, withdrawing
three brightly wrapped candies. He begins to juggle them deftly while humming a
lively melody.
Little Lyra watches intently, her eyes following the pieces of candy as she loudly sucks her thumb.
Saphira scrunches up her face, ready to burst with excitement as she watches. Her tiny fists clench up.
Rigal wrinkles his nose a bit and prepares to sting the juggled candy with his ungraceful tail.
Vella gently taps Rigal on the shoulder. The boy loosens up and glares at his mother.
Vella whispers something to Rigal.
feign Rigal rolls his eyes unceremoniously.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel grins broadly as he continues juggling the
candy, the lightning glinting off the wrappers in vibrant violet, green, and
gold colours. He winks at the children, tossing the pieces higher into the air
before catching them and ceasing the juggling.
Lyrith chuckles long and heartily.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Been a while since I did that."
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel crouches down and presents the candy to the
children.
The children laugh, their voices still high-pitched and rolling.
The three young Akrabis crowd you with pleading hands, wagging tails and smiling faces.
You smile proudly.
You say, "Why Dad, I never saw that trick."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
You say, in Akrabi, "Say please, children."
Lyrith's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
The children nod, each asking,"Please?" Lyra pauses a moment, studying her brother and sister before asking quietly and politely.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Well, I will admit it's the first time I have used candy for it..."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Each of you may have one of these. Go ahead and take them!"
Lyrith grins mischievously.
Rigal beams as he takes his piece of candy.
Saphira eagerly accepts hers, but Lyra holds back, blushing.
Vella gently urges Lyra, smiling at the quiet girl.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "It's okay sweetling. You can take it."
Lyra blushes again, tail wrapping around her delicate ankle. She reaches out with her free hand to accept the candy.
Rigal nearly swallows his candy whole, coughing a little and receiving an icy, motherly glare from Vella.
Saphira chews on her candy thoughtfully, twirling the wrapper inbetween her clawlike fingers.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Ah, careful there."
Lyrith whispers to you, "I used to do that ALL the time."
You say, "I swear, he needs his dad around so that he can be caught ...wolfing down his food..."
Vella peers at Rigal. The boy only gives a sheepish grin.
Lyra carefully peels off the wrapper from her candy, neatly folding the wrapper and setting it aside.
Rigal takes Saphira's hand and yanks her away to play.
The segments of your tail click faintly as it sways behind you.
After carefully breaking off a piece of her candy, Lyra flashes a winsome smile at you and pops the piece into her mouth.
You whisper to Lyrith, "I bet he got that from you then, Dad."
You give a mischievous grin.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel beams proudly down at Lyra.
Vella pats Lyra's head fondly.
Lyrith gives you a nod of acknowledgement.
Lyra gives another smile, this time her mouthparts are dyed the blue of the candy.
You giggle happily.
The form of Lyrith's lips twists into a feral grin, tiny wolven fangs glinting slightly in the light.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "I definitely need to spend more time around them... Our family needs to reunite more for sure."
You nod your acknowledgement of Lyrith.
Lyra finishes her candy and skips off to play with her siblings, sucking her thumb as she goes.
You say, "They were born here in Khandava."
You nod sagely.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "It's a beautiful place for that."
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "You know, I already feel more at ease in the last month than I ever did in the prior several decades living up
north..."
You flash Lyrith a joyous smile.
You say, "I'm glad. I like it out here. The fishing's nice, too."
You nod sagely.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "I was guilty of one of the things that Father is against by not moving sooner. I let my life become too static
and stagnant. And I love the fishing out this way too!"
Lyrith giggles happily.
The three Akrabi children sneak around Owlmaster Adael's legs and play under his desk.
Owlmaster Adael just grins a bit and turns back to his work.
You grin and nod.
You say, "I'll have to take the kids fishing sometime soon."
You say, "Maybe Rigal could go out with you sometime, fishing in the stream?"
You tilt your head curiously.
Lyrith's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "That would be nice at some point for sure."
Saphira thwaps Rigal on the head as he reaches for a tailfeather of one of the owls.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "It's a nice way to relax and have fun. I do it more than hunting."
You say, "He is a bit of a troublemaker, that's for sure."
You give a pained sigh.
Lyra studies one of the owls, blinking silently back at it as it blinks silently at her.
You lean comfortably against Lyrith.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Ah, well... all kids have their stages for that."
You grin and nod.
You say, "I wasn't troublesome, was I, Dad?"
You snuggle up close to Lyrith, smiling happily.
Lyrith shakes his head.
You beam broadly.
The segments of your tail click faintly as it sways behind you.
You wrap your tail around Lyrith affectionately, pulling him close.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Not overly so, definitely."
Lyrith tilts his head back and looks up at the sky.
You say, "Children, it's time to go, tell your grandfather goodbye."
You say, in Akrabi, "And be nice about it."
Lyrith's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
Lyra pauses, turning her head as her mother speaks. She shyly approaches you, tail firmly wrapped around her ankle.
Rigal crashes into you, bearhugging your knee as he thanks you, in Akrabi, for the candy.
Lyrith grins mischievously.
Not to be outdone, Saphira skips towards you, tail bobbing as she copies her brother and wraps her little arms around your other leg.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "So adorable. I hope I get to see you all again soon!"
"Thanks Granpa!" Saphira chimes, eyes sparkling.
Lyra lifts her hand to wave in delicate motion.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "You are welcome!"
Vella gathers up the children, gently prying them from your leg.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel gives Lyra a little wink.
Rigal clings to his mother's side, tail attempting to strike Saphira, who clambers up Vella's other side.
Vella gathers Lyra in her arms.
Lyra reaches out towards you with open hands and a wet thumb for a hug.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel moves in to give Lyra a nice big hug.
Lyra chitters happily and quietly in your ear as she hugs you tightly about the neck.
Releasing you, Lyra snuggles up next to her mother in a tight curl.
You give Lyrith a peck on the cheek.
You beam broadly.
Lyrith's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Take care."
You say, "I was glad you got to meet the children, Dad."
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "I am too."
You say, "I'll be back another time soon to see if we got into Khandava."
Lyrith nods his head.
"Good!" Lyrith enthuses.
Vella hugs you with her free arm.
You wrap your tail around Lyrith affectionately, pulling him close.
Lyrith gives you a compassionate hug.
You grow still and begin to silently pray for preservation of your soul while
you are out of the land.
All of the Akrabi children wave at you.
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Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "How is all?"
You give a trillingly melodic laugh.
A soft 'meep' squeaks behind Vella, followed by two childish giggles.
You say, "Just fine, Dad, trying to get into Khandava now."
Comprehension flashes across Lyrith's face.
An Akrabi child's head pokes out behind Vella's left side and his sisters peek out behind their mother's right.
You say to Lyrith, "Save me from them."
Vella grins a bit, her mouthparts moving as she speaks.
Lyrith's ears prick up suddenly.
Rigal leaps out from behind his mother, hunching up and baring the undeveloped stinger at the end of his tail.
You roll your eyes.
Lyrith's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
The two little Akrabi girls behind Vella raise their claw-like hands to their mouths and giggle.
You say, "Rigal. This is your Grandfather."
You say, "Be nice."
Vella 's tone is warning as she peers down at the hunched up child.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Ah, well they haven't seen me before..."
Lyrith chuckles long and heartily.
Rigal's tail waves back and forth in menacing fashion as he approaches you cautiously, his bright eyes studying you intently.
Vella reaches out and grabs Rigal's tail before he attempts to strike.
You say, "Rigal!"
The small boy squeaks and feigns death, slumping in his mother's grasp.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Lots of work, I see."
The form of Lyrith's lips twists into a feral grin, tiny wolven fangs glinting slightly in the light.
The two Akrabi girls leap out and pounce the stilled body of their brother. They all tumble down in gales of laughter.
You nod slowly.
Vella rubs her temples.
You say, "Children."
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Well, we all were at once point."
The laughter continues as the three tickle and poke each other with their stingers, the boy more than most.
Lyrith tenderly strokes your cheek.
You snuggle up close to Lyrith, smiling happily.
You wrap your tail around Lyrith affectionately, pulling him close.
Lyra tumbles off of her brother after he soundly shoves her away with his clawlike foot.
Saphira takes advantage of the moment and tortures Rigal with more tickling.
Lyrith's eyes sparkle with amusement.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "I wish I had that kind of energy anymore!"
Finished with the playtime, Lyra wraps her tail around her and begins to suck her thumb, staring up at you with the same bright, curious eyes of her brother.
You say, "I don't, that's for certain."
Vella stares down at Lyra.
You say, "Yes?"
Lyra shyly clicks softly, once, as she peers up at you.
Your eyes twinkle enchantingly.
You say, "Say Gran-d-pa."
Rigal locks Saphira's arms and begins tickling her. As she squeals, her throat makes an odd protest of clicks and snaps.
It is the 18th day of Naturalis, in the year 542 AD.
Lyra shyly lowers her median eyes, her tiny ones set back into her face still peer upwards.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel smiles brightly down at the children.
The little Akrabi girl takes a big breath and clears her throat. She tugs at Vella.
Vella kneels down, bending her head towards the child.
Lyra's tail reaches out and grabs Vella's arm, drawing her closer.
Vella nods at Lyra.
Lyra gives a high-pitched, joyous chirping and jumps on your leg, wrapping her arms around you as she proclaims,"Gran-pa!"
You smile wryly, quite clearly amused.
Lyrith beams broadly.
Rigal looks up at Lyra, briefly pushing Saphira away. Saphira brushes her face off and peers up at you both, brown eyes curious and alert.
The other two Akrabi children leap towards you, also clinging to your legs, three tails all together seeking to wrap themselves about your legs.
You say, "Oh dear."
You say to Lyrith, "I told them you have the 'c' word."
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel keeps his balance, smiling brightly.
Lyrith's ears prick up in response to you.
"Ma said you have candy, Granpa," Rigal grins, his pincers showing. He begins probing your pockets.
You say, "Rigal!"
Shy Lyra looks up thoughtfully, and begins sucking her thumb again.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Ahh. So I do..."
Saphira wags her tail contently. "Do you really, Granpa?"
You say, "Like they don't get enough."
You give a pained sigh.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "I might, but only if your mother says it's okay for you to have it."
Lyrith's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
You give a mischievous grin.
All three faces of the children shine as they ask in unison,"Pleaeeeeese?"
You say, "How can I resist?"
Lyrith utters a deep, rumbling laugh.
Vella gives them an approving nod, her tail wrapping around her ankle.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Well, then..."
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel dips his hands into his cloak, withdrawing
three brightly wrapped candies. He begins to juggle them deftly while humming a
lively melody.
Little Lyra watches intently, her eyes following the pieces of candy as she loudly sucks her thumb.
Saphira scrunches up her face, ready to burst with excitement as she watches. Her tiny fists clench up.
Rigal wrinkles his nose a bit and prepares to sting the juggled candy with his ungraceful tail.
Vella gently taps Rigal on the shoulder. The boy loosens up and glares at his mother.
Vella whispers something to Rigal.
feign Rigal rolls his eyes unceremoniously.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel grins broadly as he continues juggling the
candy, the lightning glinting off the wrappers in vibrant violet, green, and
gold colours. He winks at the children, tossing the pieces higher into the air
before catching them and ceasing the juggling.
Lyrith chuckles long and heartily.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Been a while since I did that."
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel crouches down and presents the candy to the
children.
The children laugh, their voices still high-pitched and rolling.
The three young Akrabis crowd you with pleading hands, wagging tails and smiling faces.
You smile proudly.
You say, "Why Dad, I never saw that trick."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
You say, in Akrabi, "Say please, children."
Lyrith's eyes twinkle enchantingly.
The children nod, each asking,"Please?" Lyra pauses a moment, studying her brother and sister before asking quietly and politely.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Well, I will admit it's the first time I have used candy for it..."
Your eyes sparkle with amusement.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Each of you may have one of these. Go ahead and take them!"
Lyrith grins mischievously.
Rigal beams as he takes his piece of candy.
Saphira eagerly accepts hers, but Lyra holds back, blushing.
Vella gently urges Lyra, smiling at the quiet girl.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "It's okay sweetling. You can take it."
Lyra blushes again, tail wrapping around her delicate ankle. She reaches out with her free hand to accept the candy.
Rigal nearly swallows his candy whole, coughing a little and receiving an icy, motherly glare from Vella.
Saphira chews on her candy thoughtfully, twirling the wrapper inbetween her clawlike fingers.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Ah, careful there."
Lyrith whispers to you, "I used to do that ALL the time."
You say, "I swear, he needs his dad around so that he can be caught ...wolfing down his food..."
Vella peers at Rigal. The boy only gives a sheepish grin.
Lyra carefully peels off the wrapper from her candy, neatly folding the wrapper and setting it aside.
Rigal takes Saphira's hand and yanks her away to play.
The segments of your tail click faintly as it sways behind you.
After carefully breaking off a piece of her candy, Lyra flashes a winsome smile at you and pops the piece into her mouth.
You whisper to Lyrith, "I bet he got that from you then, Dad."
You give a mischievous grin.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel beams proudly down at Lyra.
Vella pats Lyra's head fondly.
Lyrith gives you a nod of acknowledgement.
Lyra gives another smile, this time her mouthparts are dyed the blue of the candy.
You giggle happily.
The form of Lyrith's lips twists into a feral grin, tiny wolven fangs glinting slightly in the light.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "I definitely need to spend more time around them... Our family needs to reunite more for sure."
You nod your acknowledgement of Lyrith.
Lyra finishes her candy and skips off to play with her siblings, sucking her thumb as she goes.
You say, "They were born here in Khandava."
You nod sagely.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "It's a beautiful place for that."
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "You know, I already feel more at ease in the last month than I ever did in the prior several decades living up
north..."
You flash Lyrith a joyous smile.
You say, "I'm glad. I like it out here. The fishing's nice, too."
You nod sagely.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "I was guilty of one of the things that Father is against by not moving sooner. I let my life become too static
and stagnant. And I love the fishing out this way too!"
Lyrith giggles happily.
The three Akrabi children sneak around Owlmaster Adael's legs and play under his desk.
Owlmaster Adael just grins a bit and turns back to his work.
You grin and nod.
You say, "I'll have to take the kids fishing sometime soon."
You say, "Maybe Rigal could go out with you sometime, fishing in the stream?"
You tilt your head curiously.
Lyrith's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "That would be nice at some point for sure."
Saphira thwaps Rigal on the head as he reaches for a tailfeather of one of the owls.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "It's a nice way to relax and have fun. I do it more than hunting."
You say, "He is a bit of a troublemaker, that's for sure."
You give a pained sigh.
Lyra studies one of the owls, blinking silently back at it as it blinks silently at her.
You lean comfortably against Lyrith.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Ah, well... all kids have their stages for that."
You grin and nod.
You say, "I wasn't troublesome, was I, Dad?"
You snuggle up close to Lyrith, smiling happily.
Lyrith shakes his head.
You beam broadly.
The segments of your tail click faintly as it sways behind you.
You wrap your tail around Lyrith affectionately, pulling him close.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Not overly so, definitely."
Lyrith tilts his head back and looks up at the sky.
You say, "Children, it's time to go, tell your grandfather goodbye."
You say, in Akrabi, "And be nice about it."
Lyrith's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
Lyra pauses, turning her head as her mother speaks. She shyly approaches you, tail firmly wrapped around her ankle.
Rigal crashes into you, bearhugging your knee as he thanks you, in Akrabi, for the candy.
Lyrith grins mischievously.
Not to be outdone, Saphira skips towards you, tail bobbing as she copies her brother and wraps her little arms around your other leg.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "So adorable. I hope I get to see you all again soon!"
"Thanks Granpa!" Saphira chimes, eyes sparkling.
Lyra lifts her hand to wave in delicate motion.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "You are welcome!"
Vella gathers up the children, gently prying them from your leg.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel gives Lyra a little wink.
Rigal clings to his mother's side, tail attempting to strike Saphira, who clambers up Vella's other side.
Vella gathers Lyra in her arms.
Lyra reaches out towards you with open hands and a wet thumb for a hug.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel moves in to give Lyra a nice big hug.
Lyra chitters happily and quietly in your ear as she hugs you tightly about the neck.
Releasing you, Lyra snuggles up next to her mother in a tight curl.
You give Lyrith a peck on the cheek.
You beam broadly.
Lyrith's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "Take care."
You say, "I was glad you got to meet the children, Dad."
Lyrith Da'Saison, Eye of the Wheel says, "I am too."
You say, "I'll be back another time soon to see if we got into Khandava."
Lyrith nods his head.
"Good!" Lyrith enthuses.
Vella hugs you with her free arm.
You wrap your tail around Lyrith affectionately, pulling him close.
Lyrith gives you a compassionate hug.
You grow still and begin to silently pray for preservation of your soul while
you are out of the land.
All of the Akrabi children wave at you.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
LIFE- An Idea.
Not really a blog writer, unless it's poetry, prose or ranting. But for sake of being a sad insomniac, I shall.
I will post the following subjects before my titles so you know if you want to skip the blog or not. GAMES, NAPOLEON, LIFE, PROSE and OHSHIT. Yes. You heard me. Wait. Mom might read this. I am formally replacing the OHSHIT category with COWCRAP.
And so I go to bed, my first blog posted. My diary, will and testament, yadda yadda. Haven't done the diary thing since I was a little girl.
Drew. I blame you and your blog for the birth of mine.
Sweet dreams, everyone.
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