merimask | Freaked!

Ugh. I should be sleeping but I'm anxious about the surgery tomorrow...wait, today! Waah!

So, I'm using this crazy nervous energy constructively, by making, photographing, & listing this mask on Etsy...

A Venetian Raven. Doing all the little swirlies puts me at ease.

So...yep. Very nervous. I'm not going all the way under this time, but then that leaves me to wonder how much of this procedure I will actually be feeling. Which scares me. I'm such a baby when it comes to pain.

Also, I know I'm getting valium tomorrow ( today! woe!)...sweet valium. Which turns me into a yammering, babbling fool. Which makes me worry about what might come out of my mouth. I'm outrageous enough without drugs. Ohhhh, I can hardly wait. It's going to be fun. (this sarcasm meter goes to eleven).

In other news, I may have actually found a couple of international pen pals who aren't totally creepy! Time will tell. I edited my profile (again) to make it very clear that I'm "not looking for a boyfriend so PLEASE don't e-mail me & ask me to marry you...because I will laugh. And say no." And that seems to have done the trick. ^__^ Color me happy, 'cause for a while there I felt like I was trapped in some bizarro version of reality & it made me very uncomfortable.

I really worry about all the lonely, vulnerable women out there who are undoubtedly pounced upon at these sites, though. All you need is the word "American" in your profile, I'm sure, for the offers to start rolling in. I've fielded, no lie, over 200 "offers" so far. I'm not going to delude myself by imagining it was my picture that got me noticed, it's such a terribly plain picture of me & I'm no classical beauty (I think the best that can be said for me is that I'm still cute!). How many women actually DO marry these guys?? It worries me, greatly. Desire for a nationality change seems such a tenuous, capricious thing to base a marriage on. *shudder*

And on that note, I must say that my husband rocks because tonight he bought us FRONT ROW TICKETS TO THE POLICE CONCERT. Front row! And guess what? ELVIS COSTELLO IS OPENING. Yes, I'm shouting about it. Frankly, I also rock because I bought my own ticket, really. They were crazy expensive ($200! Each!) but I had to see them one more time. The last time I saw them I was just a kid & it was in '84, their last tour before they broke up. I think I still have a crush on Stewart Copeland. *checking* Yep, I still do.

I told Greg that since we're in the front row, I'm going to make a BIG sign that says "HI STING!! I'M JOHN'S SISTER! REMEMBER JOHN? HE LET YOU EAT HIS PEAS!!" It's a long story and it's all true.

One last note...anyone who is worried about Res? Don't worry, I got an e-mail from her & she's just fine.

That's all. Wish me luck with my surgery tomorrow (TODAY! TODAY!) "O__o"

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Best of luck with your surgery tomorrow!!!

I love the Raven mask. I have a soft spot for Ravens, and I love your Venetian masks.

That is so very cool that you have front row (!) tickets t see the Police. I heard that they are touring and I would really love to go, though I don't think it's in the cards. (I dreamed about it. But bills and school and everything makes it unlikely. *Sob*).

Thank you hon. *hug* I have been sleeping because the surgery was AWFUL. More on that later I suppose.

The Police & Elvis Costello tix are a major bonus win for us & I;m very excited. :-)

Awww, I'm sorry that it sucked. I hope your feeling better now, or at the very least starting to. At least it's over and done with.

All the bestest for the surgery!!..
And I *love* Sting!! (All ears for the long story..:))

Thank you dear. :-) I'm in a lot of pain but it's getting better.

Check the responses...my brother checked in with an abbreviated version of the story & it's hilarious.

the brother geeks...over dinner in La Louviere, Belgium:

"why did everyone else get peas?"

"hmmm?"

"it's not fair... how strange. they're my favorite vegetable."

"sting?"

"yeah, john."

"do you want my peas?"

"do you not want them?"

"it's not really a question of me wanting them... i just want
to call my mom tonight and say (screamed in high pitched girly voice)
STING ATE MY PEEEEAS!!"

"...and i appreciate it if it goes no further than your mother.
i don't want to read about this in the post tomorrow...

... and for that reason, you can't have any of my mushrooms."

it's no good without the accent! the dejected brogue, confusedly muttering about the absence of legumes...

that's such a lie, it's still surreal and fantastic and hi-larious XD

ROFL. John, next to the Heathrow shakedown story, this is the funniest one in your inventory.

*hug* I'm in pain & I miss you. :-(

All will be well. Think of this less as surgery and more as the final nail in the coffin of your "female troubles." The last denoument, if you will. Conversations that we will never have to have at Pennsic again.

Drop us a note and let us all know how easy it was.

I would have to lie to say it was easy. :-( Been in tears all day...the pain is intense but it's starting to let up & at least it's OVER. So that's good.

ALL of this crap is over. Hang onto that thought with both hands - it really, really sucks, but there's an end coming and then you don't have to do this any more. Hang onto that heating pad.

::reads bit about tix to see Police::

DUDE! You are so so lucky.... sing along for me, ok? :D

Don't worry about the procedure. If you feel any pain, tell them, and they'll up the dosage I'm sure. I have to get like 4 novocaine shots at the dentist, because my system burns it off so fast.

Yet another stunning mask, and one that's giving me ideas about that commission. I'll email you privately.

I'll be singing along 'cause I know ALL the words. My three favorite bands in the early eighties: Police, Simple Minds, REM. In that order.

Oh man the surgery SUCKED & I felt EVERYthing. I'm pretty tough but I've been in tears all day. Woe. But it's starting to let up & I have good drugs so, yay for that.

*hug* Be happy to make something special for ya.

*wince* Sucks. Here, have some virtual cookies.....

I tried emailing via AOHell address you'd given me before, and it bounced. Will send note via Etsy Contact.

Cool, glad she's okay. I could've emailed her myself but it seemed a little weird, coming from me.

I seem to be cleaning my 'apartment' today. It's horrible. I am doing almost everything in my power to avoid doing the craft table...

Yeah, Res is fine. I'm glad 'cause I was worried. I kinda love her. :-)

But it feels so GOOD to rearrange & organize, doesn't it? I hate clutter.

The raven is GORGEOUS! I wouldn't mind him sitting on my door evermore.

Lucky girlie!! *grabs her lighter and sings with you in spirit*

You shall be in my prayers for the surgery!! Just remember, yay for nasty female problems going away. And pain meds! All that you need. You'll be nice and loopy for days!

Thanks...I like the bird masks. They're fun & it's easy to get the symmetry right.

Thanks... *hug* The surgery went well but it REALLY hurt & bad enough to make me cry...which is pretty bad. Yay for heating pads & good drugs though. I'm starting to feel human again.

LOL, one of the best stories that one, after the Psycho Attack Cat.

Dude, Police tickets totally make up for anything bad in life. ANYTHING. Now nothing can go wrong during surgery, because then you'd miss it and that is simply unnacceptable. Best o' luck to you regardless, lass! *glomp*

Oh man I KNOW! When he tells those stories I can't even breathe. The one about HeathRow airport totally kills me.

The Police tix are made of win & doubly so because I love Elvis Costello.

*Clings* The surgery SUCKED by the way. Take your worst cramps & multiply by ten. I was in tears.

I miss you! Let's plan a get-together, ok? We need to hang out & do fun stuff, once I'm not broken anymore.

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