I met Tadd when I met my husband, Roger. They had been friends since they met in junior high school in West Lafayette, IN. I liked him from the first moment I met him at Roger's apartment. He made me feel like one of the group, not just Roger's girlfriend that happened to be there playing games. I don't think I ever told him how much it meant to me. We always had a great time when he would come to our house for the weekend, even if it was just planning the next convention. We often got him laughing so hard he looked like he was crying, which made us all laugh even more.
He loved his work as a network admin for the Historic Landmarks Foundation of Indiana, but he especially loved gaming with his friends. He spent most of his time at gaming conventions running games and making sure everyone else had a good time. When he was particularly stressed, I'd give him a shoulder massage. He'd repay the favor by giving me shoulder scratches. I'll really miss him at the next convention.
My favorite picture of him will always be from our wedding. He was one of the groomsmen and, I must say, looked dashing in his outfit of brown leather and tights. He's the one on the far left: http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c78/Sn
He was always there for his friends. We were always there for him.
If there is an afterlife, I'm sure he knows that we love him.
- Mood:
crushed
- 03:26 Made it to Indianapolis in one piece. Now comes the readjustment of the sleeping schedule to something resembling what everyone else does.
- 08:40 Do tweens have to keep their radio on ALL night? Good gods, I need more than 4 hours of fitful sleep. Guess that's what eye makeup is for.
- 23:42 I am grateful for friends who make sure I don't go any more crazy than I already am.
- 04:02 I mourn the death of Seraph, my ball python. After months of refusing to eat, he finally passed away 30 minutes ago. I really hate this.
I received this message in my inbox:
"im *** i woud really be interested in talking to u and getting to know u see where it goes well email me back or add me to yahoo or aim ***."
Seriously? He read through my *entire* profile and thought that message would make me want to message him back?
I sometimes wonder what people are thinking, if they do at all.
(name and Yahoo ID removed)
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My original assumption was that this was spam of some sort. If it wasn't, it was even worse. Shortly afterwards, I get IMed by someone who was very pissed off about the whole thing. Here's the convo, with [stranger] in place of his real okcupid ID:
( Cut to save space on your friends page )
After that, I just laughed.
- Mood:
amused
- 17:59 just got chewed out for an okcupid journal post. *laughing*
- 05:15 I have come to the realization that my husband will never be romantic, even after hitting him repeatedly with a clue by four.
- 07:33 7:30 in the morning and I still can't sleep. Damned nightmares have to go. Soon.
- 06:45 KHAAAAAAAAAAAAN!
- 04:21 In my next incarnation, I want to meet and fall in love with someone almost exactly like Colin Firth.
- 17:54 Favorite quote from last week: "If I lick it, it's mine."
- 20:12 Gotta love my friends - good homemade food, kinky conversation, and Jonathan Coulton.
- 15:39 I'm grateful I have working legs, even if they do hurt like hell.
- 01:55 is quickly developing a crush on Terry Schappert. Mmm...military eye candy.
- 11:39 I'm somewhat dreading physical therapy today. I know I need to do it, but it will hurt.
- 20:25 Physical therapy hurts. Thank goodness for ibuprofen and ice.
After spending all morning trying to walk, I finally broke through that mental barrier. I can walk semi-normally. I even took Abby for a mini-walk around the block. She could probably run for 10 miles and not work up a sweat, but I wanted to see if I could do it. Not only can I walk, but I can walk without turning my feet out. For someone with no arches, that's an accomplishment.
The day only got better from there. The data cable for my old cell phone arrived in the mail. I had just enough battery to get all the pictures off of it that I wanted. YAY!
I lost 15 pounds while in recovery at my mother's house. I just weighed myself and I lost another 5 since coming home.
Come at me, world. I can take it. :)
- Mood:
accomplished
- 21:28 I'm wondering if a refurbished Dyson Animal is worth buying. I'm sick and tired of my Hoover Windtunnel and the constant belt replacement.
I have an adorable, sweet chocolate lab named Abby Normal. I apparently named her correctly.
The problem: She has separation anxiety. If she is in a new environment and I am with her, she's okay with it. When I leave, she starts barking and then destroying things. While I was at my mother's house, we would stake her out in the yard on a 20-foot line. If she couldn't reach me, she pulled so hard she wore patches of fur off the front of her neck. If we let her roam free, she'd be 3 houses away in no time (and nothing I could do short of going to get her would bring her back). As long as she can get back to me under her own power, she feels fine. If she knows she can't get to me, she freaks.
I called upon my friend Rachel to help me out last August during GenCon. She and her husband took care of Abby while we were out of town, something for which I was truly grateful. That week, they put Abby in a crate while they went away for a few hours. She barked so loud and so long, the neighbor called the police and they had to pay a fine. I didn't find out about this until later, but it made me feel awful. I had no idea Abby was that bad.
I can't leave her with friends anymore. I can't take her with us to South Bend. I can't leave her in a kennel for a week, knowing that she's freaking out. There is a really nice place close by that lets her out to play with other dogs during the day (it's a kennel and daycare). It costs $45/night, something we can't pay all the time.
In an ideal world, I would be able to leave her with friends and they would be happy to take her for a week since she's such a good dog. Right now, in the real world, I'm just not sure how to make that happen.
Any help would be appreciated.
- Mood:
exhausted
- 03:04 Why am I getting headaches now that my fever is over? #
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