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The Mother Of All Rebellions

Yes, apparently that is me.

Grace O’Malley:

engaged in piracy and her castle at Clare Island was attacked by an expedition from Galway who wanted to get rid of her. Grace, however, put them to flight and they barely escaped. Later Grace was captured but released some time afterward.

Upon learning that she could not go with her father on a trading expidition to Spain she:

cut off her hair to embarrass her father into taking her, and thus earning her the nickname "Gráinne Mhaol" (IPA: [ˈgrɑːnʲə veːl]) (Irish maol meaning "bald" or having cropped hair); the name stuck.

Why is this important? Grace O’Malley was a pirate. On a personal note of interest, the "pirating" play group that I am now apparently joining requires an actual persona. I had to pick one.

Fitting that I would pick one that is often called The Mother of All Rebellions for her ferocity.

a nameless shout-out or two…or a few

you all know who you are…

++it’s so much better when you let me in a little-it reminds me of why i love you. i feel safe with you again. i feel like it might work this time.

++i’m so over where i work. that’s all i have to say about that.

++at&t-if you were a person i would punch you in the face.

++never before in the years that i have known you so far have you not even had time to call me and connect for a few minutes-i’ve been ignoring it for some time now, but i have to admit that it hurts now. especially considering that my life has been incredibly busy as well and difficult things have been happening to me too. i’m sure that having two love relationships takes up a lot of emotion and there may not be much left for friend relationships…but no acknowledgement whatsoever? ow.

++washington state pharmacy board-you thought maybe you were being smart by wording this whole new ‘you-don’t-have-to-prescribe-if-you’re-against-it’ law for pharmacists by not actually mentioning what it’s aimed at…maybe that was your way of avoiding claims of discrimination? good thing the women in this state know better.

++birthday parties with ex’s in attendance? you are great fun considering who the birthday is for…however, i could do without the ex (and their mean wife) any day.

++roommate-it’s all fine and great that you have a psychotic problem with the few stray sadie hairs that may linger in the washer after i do laundry…however, if you’re going to have a panic attack at me about it you had better be beyond reproach, sweetie. beyond reproach means that you would actually need to clean out the lint trap everytime you do laundry. thank god summer is halfway over and we are that much closer to parting ways.

++bamboo…you are the bane of my existence this season. even 5 garbage bags thus far have not been enough to contain your droppings that you were inconsiderate enough to spread all over the yard. thank you for the before picture…let’s just hope that i’m able to get an after picture prior to Sunday. please check this link if you need tangible proof of what i speak of.

++new pirates of the caribbean movie? think of me this evening as all the other movie attendees get to see you on your first day out. sadly, i will not be there even in street clothes-much less gussied up in costume like the rest of my pirate band will be this evening.

++pirate BBQ that i have planned-you are starting to stress me out. not kind at all.

++panties? why, rather than just stay where you are put, must you peek out on a daily basis causing someone, at some point, to alert me to your presence?

Labels: Daily, Fem, J, Work

the cutest thing i have seen in a long time.

coincidentally, also my nephew. you could say he takes after me too.

i would happily wax about the past few days, but instead i have to finish the call to the imbeciles at at&t that has taken 39 minutes and 40 seconds thus far prior to being able to go home.

Labels: Fam

seattle pride 2006 kicked my butt

it was actually the straw that broke me this weekend.

i reached piglet’s at 9:45am this morning back from westport (pirate festival) not having washed my hair in days, sunburnt, with a barstool in the back of my car (amazing that i made it back at all considering that on 4 hours of sleep i turned a three hour drive into a two hour one and was so out of it when i started this morning that i almost ran two red lights in aberdeen). despite the impending heat wave that we were about to spend hours in we dutifully set off for the pride parade, but not until almost 10:30. parade started at 11:00.

on the way to the freeway we happened to see someone waiting for the bus who could only have been headed to the pride festival (complete with rainbow lei) and felt bad for the poor fellow seeing as how there was no way he was going to make it down there in time. in the spirit of the day we stopped to ask if he wanted a ride to pride (we actually did say it like that too, rhyming and everything). the situation was completely safe considering that he was gay and we are girls…no one was going to be hurting anyone. the whole thing was funny considering that it turns out he is a friend of one of our coworkers (WHY does seattle just keep getting smaller???). it was a fun trip down there.

of course, considering it was piglet and i trying to figure the whole thing out by the time we got downtown (hello blind leading the blind) we were somehow under the impression that they were lining people up at the seattle center, so we secured parking nearby. low and behold, after walking around the center for a few we finally learned that the parade was actually lining up down on union. 10-12 blocks away. nice.

the parade was awesome though and i’m glad i dragged my butt through it. everyone loved the fact that our company was marching in it, with a float and everything. it was nice to be part of the group supporting it. and it actually worked out well that we had a nice 10 block walk before it even started since we actually ended up at the seattle center when the parade was over. i am ever grateful for the city of seattle for putting that huge fountain in the center of things because the first thing we did was head there and douse ourselves. by the time it was over both of us were delirious with heat, poor sadie (did i mention i put a cute little pink silk bow around her neck & walked her through it on a little pink leash?) didn’t know what end was up by the time she was done after dealing with huge crowds of people in what felt like deadly heat (poor girl just about hid behind my legs everytime the cannon went off on the seafair pirates duck thing). even now, she can’t hardly move. it was all i could even do to muster the energy to drag her smelly self and my smelly self into the shower when i got home. it was really all i had left.

please make sure you take a moment to click on this & see how tired her eyes actually were by the time we were done.

after standing in the fountain for a while all we could do was lay in the grass like lumps. it was nice-people watching, chatting. however, it didn’t take long before i entered into the ‘i have to go home zone’…that place that i end up in when horrifyingly tired where i am so single-minded about getting home that i feel sorry for whomever stands in my way.

i cannot hardly move, i can’t speak to anyone (nor do i really want to)…it’s a toss up as far as how long i have the stamina to even hang out at my computer before moving to my cozy bed, not to be moved (because if someone did, all i can say is god rest their soul) for the rest of the evening.

and i haven’t even started explaining about westport yet. but there’s just no energy for it. and as tired and worthless as i am at this moment, i was actually more thankful than it really sounds here for the ridiculous busy weekend because it took my mind off of sad things and sad situations for a while. albeit, i am now back to reality, but at least i’m too tired out to worry about the fact that somewhere along the line recently my heart became so broken by someone that i can’t even figure out how to find the pieces much less put it back together. nor do i even have the words to explain it to them. nor would they probably care considering they have much more ‘important’ things to worry about.

so i suppose that instead of saying that the pride parade kicked my butt, i should probably say it saved me a bunch of heartache today-because all i want to do is lay like a lump on a log…and i’ve sort of earned it.

Labels: Fun, Work