My Friend

If you follow me on Facebook, you may notice that my profile picture is of me, but not my husband.

It's my friend Ryan. At a Party of Epic Proportions in March, so of course, it was for St. Patrick's Day. We drank. We ate. We made merry. And we danced.

Two weeks ago today, my friend Ryan was killed in a drunk driving accident. He was coming home from work in St Louis as a DJ at 2am on Friday morning, when a woman going westbound on the eastbound side of the interstate hit him head on. Killed him instantly, and his car caught fire. The woman was in critical but stable condition last I'd heard.

I don't care. She took my friend's life with her carelessness. If she makes it, she will go to jail and will have to live with what she did to Ryan for the rest of her life. Good.

We're making some window stickers to as a memorial to him. They're the Batman logo--his favorite comic book character. I couldn't even look at the proof without having to go to the bathroom and cry. 

Ryan, dude, this sucks. You stayed with us during Contamination. You are a fellow character in "The Apocalypse of Enoch" (zombie novel). Any chance you could stare at my boobs (or ANY girls' boobs, for that matter), you did. Most of us didn't even mind--they're just boobs, after all. 

You were my first DnD experience. You were the first to put BiL in his place with the 'your mom!' jokes. You were an excellent DJ and karaoke master. My biggest regret? That I didn't get to sing with you. I'm making that part of "My Ryan List" -- when someone asks me to sing karaoke, I'll do it. There are more goals on my Ryan List, but that's just to start. 

I miss you. It's been two weeks, but it seems like forever. 

RIP Ryan. I just want to hear you from the heavens, leading the praise team as loud as you possibly can. Which, for you, would be normal.

~Steph

Well, crap.

Well, happened again last night.

I was pregnant in my dreams. Only not by anyone I would consider remotely a good father or friend or decent human being.

Really, brain? You had to put the douchebag in there?

Asshole brain.

And it was yet another boy. 

This has got to stop.

Shredded Inside

I've been adamant on here before about children. No way, no how, they're not for me. I'm selfish, shallow, stubborn, and children are sticky, smelly little creatures that I don't have much patience for. I love the fact that I can give them back to their parents after a few hours.

But.

And that's a very large but.

Ever since the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge (Prince William and wife Kate Middleton, for you non-Anglophiles) were delivered of a son, His Royal Highness, Prince George, I've been dreaming about children.

As in mine. 

As in being delivered of them.

I think I'm going insane.

Please tell me I'm not insane.

Except I hate to be so adamant about something, and then change my mind.

This is tearing me up inside, Dreamers.

Help. I need someone to talk me through this.

For good or bad.

Finally Friday!

It's finally Friday here in the land of the weird. 

I had a lovely lunch today with my friend Jen -- had a pork patty lunch from one of the churches here in town, and went to a park and just sat and nattered on for an hour. I needed it -- needed to get out of the office, to have some girl conversation, and just enjoy the outdoors. It does suck that summertime has pulled away the knitting night. Makes part of me yearn for fall and longer hours and more time. :)

I think that this weekend is going to be a good one. Moon's in its waning phase, and it should be a good night tomorrow night just to be outside with a small fire, some good friends, and a beer or three.

I hope everyone's week has gone well, and if it hasn't...well, here's to hoping that your weekend is better.

Ms D

Costuming

Just so you know, LDs, I love playing "dress-up." And not in the "I'm raiding my mother's closet" kind of way.

I'm talking cosplay...short for COStumePLAY. I am currently in a zombie hunting cosplay group: Z.O.D. We dress up in military-type clothing (all black, mind you--red's an accent color), and "hunt zombies." It's rather fun. :)

I'm slowly getting into the Steampunk genre -- I have a couple of madrigal-y type dresses that one of them will be modded into a mechanic's dress; the other, a lovely ballgown.

I'm also working on a Captain America costume for a Party of Epic Proportions happening in September. I think that I may have found the base for my shield. Now to hammer it out!

No matter what anyone says, you're never too old to pretend!

Ms D