Oh yays!
Sunday, June 25
Of Piercings and Things - Final Update
Yesterday it was exactly a month since my tongue piercing, and it was time to go in and get the bar exchanged for a shorter bar, and to get the surgical steel ball changed to a dental grade acrylic ball. I went back to Icon, picked out a new ball, purple (of course) acrylic, BettyAnn changed my ring out for me, no problem. It feels a lot better in my mouth, not having all the extra bar sticking out, poking things.
Oh yays!
Oh yays!
Bannockburn 2006
Tracey and Little Kannard
Jerry being rude
Jerry trying to hide from the camera. Har, gotcha!
Battle of Bannockburn toast
Tracey and Cas performing
Brian looking... small and limp.
Saturday, June 24
Happily Ever After?: Story for Writer's Group - Topic: The Joy of...
And they lived happily ever after.
I know what you're thinking. That's the end of the story. What happened to "Once upon a time?" All the best stories start with "once upon a time" and end in "happily ever after".
That's the joy of fairy tales. No one ever thinks about what happens after the "happily ever after".
Well, my story begins with "happily ever after".
Think about it. What in life ever stays happy, forever after? Nothing, that's what. Reality sets in. Life isn't a fairy tale. And this is my life.
Sure, it started out happily enough. You all know the story. My mother died. My father remarried a horrible woman with two equally horrible daughters, who made my life a living hell after my father died as well, forcing me to work for them as a servant. Then up pops my fairy godmother and the charming prince falls in love with me at first sight, one thing leads to another and next thing I know, I'm a princess.
Sounds good so far, doesn't it? Except for a few things that I never thought about until after it was all over. Like, what came over my father to make him think such an awful woman would be a good match for him? And it sure is a coincidence he died when he did, so soon after marrying her. And where was my fairy godmother all this time? And what kind of shallow man falls in love with someone at first sight, without even knowing me beyond how pretty I looked in the gown that was magicked up for me?
Well, it's a little late to be asking those questions now, I suppose. It's all over and done, and here I am. Queen Cinderella. No, of course that's not my real name. But my real name hardly matters anymore. Once the word spread over the kingdom of the little ash girl turned princess, Cinderella I was, and Cinderella I continue to be.
I'm sorry, I'm skipping ahead. Let me back up, to just after "happily ever after." That is to say, after the wedding.
It truly was a fairy tale come true, if you'll pardon the expression. The wedding was a grand affair, all the way from the nobles to the peasants. It was practically a national holiday. After all, it's not every day the crown prince marries a peasant girl. The king and queen spared no expense for their precious son's grand fete.
My stepmother and stepsisters were of course exiled, penniless. It wasn't necessary, I thought. After all, if it wasn't for their cruelty, I wouldn't have become a princess. And what harm could they do me now? But Charming insisted.
Yes, Prince Charming is actually the princes' real name. It doesn't really suit him, as it turns out. Just do what I do. Say it with just a hint of sarcasm, and a wry twist of the mouth.
You may wonder why I sound so bitter. That's coming up. You'll see.
For some time after the wedding, I was happy, in a naive way. I had what every girl dreams of, after all, didn't I? The handsome prince. Royalty. Riches. Servants. A castle. The love of my people. I spent my days lounging indolently in the gardens, indulging in the choicest of sweetmeats and exotic foods. I read books that I had never had the time to read when I was busy scrubbing the floors of my father's house.
Imagine my surprise when it finally occurred to me that being a pampered princess was... well... boring! Not only that, but after some time, I started noticing the whispers exchanged behind surreptitious hands, the knowing looks aimed my way, whenever Charming was away from the castle for overlong.
Despite the whispers of my husband's infidelity, I bore him a son, which is how it generally goes if you work at it long enough. I named him Chivalry, hoping that his name would rub off on him in a way that Charming's never did.
When the king died, Charming assumed the throne. His forays out of the castle became less frequent, and the rumours of his unfaithfulness more frequent. He spent much of his time deep in his cups, never caring much about the common man and leaving the details of running the kingdom to me. I'd open the doors to the castle to the commoners every week for them to air their grievances, and I would do the best I could to help them. After all, they were my people, unwashed and illiterate though they are.
This did little to alleviate my boredom, however. While being a change of pace at first, there's only so many arguments you can hear over which chicken is whose and where the line is drawn on ones property before it all starts to run together.
Eventually, King Charming died, fat and drunk, after dandling a succession of pretty serving maids young enough to be his daughters on his knee. This left me to continue to run the kingdom in his stead, until Chivalry was old enough to assume the throne.
I have done my best to raise him to suit his name, but despite my best efforts, he is growing up to exhibit a cruel nature. He is rude to the serving women, playing pranks on them, and I suspect he torments the animals in the castle.
So, here I am. Queen Regent Cinderella. Widow of King Charming, Regent to the Crown Prince Chivalry. I run the mundane details of the kingdom, trying to teach my son to be a true noble. But I know that on his eighteenth name day, he will assume the throne, and, as it stands right now, he will run the kingdom down into eventual poverty and ruin.
The end.
Well, what did you expect? I already told you, this isn't a fairy tale, and there is no such thing as "happily ever after."
I know what you're thinking. That's the end of the story. What happened to "Once upon a time?" All the best stories start with "once upon a time" and end in "happily ever after".
That's the joy of fairy tales. No one ever thinks about what happens after the "happily ever after".
Well, my story begins with "happily ever after".
Think about it. What in life ever stays happy, forever after? Nothing, that's what. Reality sets in. Life isn't a fairy tale. And this is my life.
Sure, it started out happily enough. You all know the story. My mother died. My father remarried a horrible woman with two equally horrible daughters, who made my life a living hell after my father died as well, forcing me to work for them as a servant. Then up pops my fairy godmother and the charming prince falls in love with me at first sight, one thing leads to another and next thing I know, I'm a princess.
Sounds good so far, doesn't it? Except for a few things that I never thought about until after it was all over. Like, what came over my father to make him think such an awful woman would be a good match for him? And it sure is a coincidence he died when he did, so soon after marrying her. And where was my fairy godmother all this time? And what kind of shallow man falls in love with someone at first sight, without even knowing me beyond how pretty I looked in the gown that was magicked up for me?
Well, it's a little late to be asking those questions now, I suppose. It's all over and done, and here I am. Queen Cinderella. No, of course that's not my real name. But my real name hardly matters anymore. Once the word spread over the kingdom of the little ash girl turned princess, Cinderella I was, and Cinderella I continue to be.
I'm sorry, I'm skipping ahead. Let me back up, to just after "happily ever after." That is to say, after the wedding.
It truly was a fairy tale come true, if you'll pardon the expression. The wedding was a grand affair, all the way from the nobles to the peasants. It was practically a national holiday. After all, it's not every day the crown prince marries a peasant girl. The king and queen spared no expense for their precious son's grand fete.
My stepmother and stepsisters were of course exiled, penniless. It wasn't necessary, I thought. After all, if it wasn't for their cruelty, I wouldn't have become a princess. And what harm could they do me now? But Charming insisted.
Yes, Prince Charming is actually the princes' real name. It doesn't really suit him, as it turns out. Just do what I do. Say it with just a hint of sarcasm, and a wry twist of the mouth.
You may wonder why I sound so bitter. That's coming up. You'll see.
For some time after the wedding, I was happy, in a naive way. I had what every girl dreams of, after all, didn't I? The handsome prince. Royalty. Riches. Servants. A castle. The love of my people. I spent my days lounging indolently in the gardens, indulging in the choicest of sweetmeats and exotic foods. I read books that I had never had the time to read when I was busy scrubbing the floors of my father's house.
Imagine my surprise when it finally occurred to me that being a pampered princess was... well... boring! Not only that, but after some time, I started noticing the whispers exchanged behind surreptitious hands, the knowing looks aimed my way, whenever Charming was away from the castle for overlong.
Despite the whispers of my husband's infidelity, I bore him a son, which is how it generally goes if you work at it long enough. I named him Chivalry, hoping that his name would rub off on him in a way that Charming's never did.
When the king died, Charming assumed the throne. His forays out of the castle became less frequent, and the rumours of his unfaithfulness more frequent. He spent much of his time deep in his cups, never caring much about the common man and leaving the details of running the kingdom to me. I'd open the doors to the castle to the commoners every week for them to air their grievances, and I would do the best I could to help them. After all, they were my people, unwashed and illiterate though they are.
This did little to alleviate my boredom, however. While being a change of pace at first, there's only so many arguments you can hear over which chicken is whose and where the line is drawn on ones property before it all starts to run together.
Eventually, King Charming died, fat and drunk, after dandling a succession of pretty serving maids young enough to be his daughters on his knee. This left me to continue to run the kingdom in his stead, until Chivalry was old enough to assume the throne.
I have done my best to raise him to suit his name, but despite my best efforts, he is growing up to exhibit a cruel nature. He is rude to the serving women, playing pranks on them, and I suspect he torments the animals in the castle.
So, here I am. Queen Regent Cinderella. Widow of King Charming, Regent to the Crown Prince Chivalry. I run the mundane details of the kingdom, trying to teach my son to be a true noble. But I know that on his eighteenth name day, he will assume the throne, and, as it stands right now, he will run the kingdom down into eventual poverty and ruin.
The end.
Well, what did you expect? I already told you, this isn't a fairy tale, and there is no such thing as "happily ever after."
Friday, June 9
Sunday, June 4
Of Piercings and Things: Update!
I can talk again! Well, mostly. I'll still stumble across some words that are hard to wrap my tongue around. The swellings mostly gone except for a little bit right around the bar. It doesn't hurt at all, not even when I move it too far.
The length of the bar is a bit annoying now that the swellings down and there's "extra" bar, but I can't change to a shorter bar for three more weeks. I'll also be glad to get a smaller ball on the bottom. For a while it was rubbing against my gums on the bottom and making them sore, but that only lasted a couple days, now I hardly notice it.
I haven't bitten the ball, and I'm almost used to eating again. I think when I can change jewelry I'll go for the dental-grade acrylic balls, since they won't damage your teeth.
So basically, it feels much better, I'm almost totally used to it, and I have to remind myself not to play with it, since even though it feels healed, that doesn't mean it is.
The length of the bar is a bit annoying now that the swellings down and there's "extra" bar, but I can't change to a shorter bar for three more weeks. I'll also be glad to get a smaller ball on the bottom. For a while it was rubbing against my gums on the bottom and making them sore, but that only lasted a couple days, now I hardly notice it.
I haven't bitten the ball, and I'm almost used to eating again. I think when I can change jewelry I'll go for the dental-grade acrylic balls, since they won't damage your teeth.
So basically, it feels much better, I'm almost totally used to it, and I have to remind myself not to play with it, since even though it feels healed, that doesn't mean it is.
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