sandmansister: (Frieda - grin)
I am still sorting through the emotions of the final Faire weekend. Fortunately, the underlying foundation to all of it is love... but my my, the expressions were varied and all over the map. Needed a day to myself to process everything.

On the unmitigated joy front, QAL got made honorary Girl Scouts! After the bridging ceremony a few weeks back, we found ourselves with an audience full of Girl Scouts. One of them had been a fan for years, and brought her friends along. At the end of the show, we joked that they made it through and needed a merit badge to reflect that accomplishment.

So when she returned this weekend and gave us QAL badges in our own colors—including one for D!—we were so honored and thrilled (and in no small measure terrified to realize that, crap! we're role models!). How awesome is that?!?

Then there was the moment that reminded me with utter clarity why I do this. Sure, I'm a music-based life form. Creating harmonies and sharing songs with some of my favorite women is therapy for me. But that's only a small part of what drives me.

Let me tell you about Diane from Detroit.

She found us after opening gate. She was so excited to see us, and said she'd worn out all her QAL CDs because she played them so much. We took pictures, and her excitement came off her in waves. It was flattering, of course, though just a little unnerving, too.

After our first show, she caught up with me before I headed back stage. She said once again how much she enjoyed the show. Then she paused for a moment. I couldn't see her eyes; she had on sunglasses.

"Your 'Q' CD. The blue one?"

I nodded.

"Well, that song—"

Her breath fought back a sob. Oh no.

"That song 'What'll I Do?'"

I put my hand on her shoulder and nodded again.

"When my husband was healthy—"

She took off her sunglasses and wiped her eyes. I tried to hold it together, but as we all know... with Lace, no one cries alone.

"We loved your version of that song. As his health declined, it became our song."

Another pause to collect herself. I gave her a squeeze to tell her it was OK.

"We played it at his memorial, too. It just meant so much to us...."

Then she was lost. Ye gods. I tried to hold it together long enough to simply say that I hoped someday it will bring more comfort from good memories than pain of loss. I thanked her for letting us be part of such an important moment, and wished her well for the rest of her faire day.

I had to bolt back stage and come unglued for just a moment. Fortunately, a fan had gifted us some chocolate. Kath had the presence of mind to hand some out; we all lost it for a moment when I shared Diane's story.

And THAT, my friends, is why I stress and sweat through sometimes miserable conditions. You just never know how you will touch someone else's life. What a truly mind boggling thing.

Then there were all the unexpected friend visits. I hope I didn't damage Dread Fred, but I couldn't do anything other than run full tilt into a hug. And seeing a former boss and fellow Boobonic Plague survivor was such a treat. Cheri, you rock, woman! Hope the rest of your day was amazing, too. And [livejournal.com profile] kalinobeche, you made my day. Can't wait to see you and the rest of the KCTribe soon.

Having so many friends come home... priceless. Thank you for making my heart bigger so I can love you more.

I just hate that I didn't have more time to catch up with folks from back in the day. But hey, isn't that what social networking is for? ;-) Hooray internets!

I wore a yellow ribbon to honor a few special veterans on Memorial Day. Though I didn't know him well, Sean Caughman was dear to many who are dear to me. His name was on my ribbon. My Dad was in the Navy, and my brother and sister were in the Army. So my ribbon had several names.

Once again, the faire parade on Monday made me a sobbing wreck. It's been a long-standing tradition to hand out yellow sashes to veterans who may do parade and let us honor them. I am getting choked up even now as I think of it. I am so damned proud to see so many of our faire family in that line up... I can't even articulate it. My heart just swells.

We once again sang the National Anthem and America the Beautiful. The ladies of Foxglove from CO joined us, as did the O'Boys. Our chalkboard signs thanked the veterans for their service. But still, they thanked us. Oh no no no no no! It's not even a little bit about us. But what an experience.

And [livejournal.com profile] mistletoeelf? Thank you for the honor of holding the space with you. I am glad my broad, Teutonic farm girl shoulders could be of service.

The emotional echoes still linger today. None of it is bad; there is just a lot. I am still processing.

Ye gods, what a life I live!
sandmansister: (Frieda - grin)
I am still sorting through the emotions of the final Faire weekend. Fortunately, the underlying foundation to all of it is love... but my my, the expressions were varied and all over the map. Needed a day to myself to process everything.

On the unmitigated joy front, QAL got made honorary Girl Scouts! After the bridging ceremony a few weeks back, we found ourselves with an audience full of Girl Scouts. One of them had been a fan for years, and brought her friends along. At the end of the show, we joked that they made it through and needed a merit badge to reflect that accomplishment.

So when she returned this weekend and gave us QAL badges in our own colors—including one for D!—we were so honored and thrilled (and in no small measure terrified to realize that, crap! we're role models!). How awesome is that?!?

Then there was the moment that reminded me with utter clarity why I do this. Sure, I'm a music-based life form. Creating harmonies and sharing songs with some of my favorite women is therapy for me. But that's only a small part of what drives me.

Let me tell you about Diane from Detroit.

She found us after opening gate. She was so excited to see us, and said she'd worn out all her QAL CDs because she played them so much. We took pictures, and her excitement came off her in waves. It was flattering, of course, though just a little unnerving, too.

After our first show, she caught up with me before I headed back stage. She said once again how much she enjoyed the show. Then she paused for a moment. I couldn't see her eyes; she had on sunglasses.

"Your 'Q' CD. The blue one?"

I nodded.

"Well, that song—"

Her breath fought back a sob. Oh no.

"That song 'What'll I Do?'"

I put my hand on her shoulder and nodded again.

"When my husband was healthy—"

She took off her sunglasses and wiped her eyes. I tried to hold it together, but as we all know... with Lace, no one cries alone.

"We loved your version of that song. As his health declined, it became our song."

Another pause to collect herself. I gave her a squeeze to tell her it was OK.

"We played it at his memorial, too. It just meant so much to us...."

Then she was lost. Ye gods. I tried to hold it together long enough to simply say that I hoped someday it will bring more comfort from good memories than pain of loss. I thanked her for letting us be part of such an important moment, and wished her well for the rest of her faire day.

I had to bolt back stage and come unglued for just a moment. Fortunately, a fan had gifted us some chocolate. Kath had the presence of mind to hand some out; we all lost it for a moment when I shared Diane's story.

And THAT, my friends, is why I stress and sweat through sometimes miserable conditions. You just never know how you will touch someone else's life. What a truly mind boggling thing.

Then there were all the unexpected friend visits. I hope I didn't damage Dread Fred, but I couldn't do anything other than run full tilt into a hug. And seeing a former boss and fellow Boobonic Plague survivor was such a treat. Cheri, you rock, woman! Hope the rest of your day was amazing, too. And [livejournal.com profile] kalinobeche, you made my day. Can't wait to see you and the rest of the KCTribe soon.

Having so many friends come home... priceless. Thank you for making my heart bigger so I can love you more.

I just hate that I didn't have more time to catch up with folks from back in the day. But hey, isn't that what social networking is for? ;-) Hooray internets!

I wore a yellow ribbon to honor a few special veterans on Memorial Day. Though I didn't know him well, Sean Caughman was dear to many who are dear to me. His name was on my ribbon. My Dad was in the Navy, and my brother and sister were in the Army. So my ribbon had several names.

Once again, the faire parade on Monday made me a sobbing wreck. It's been a long-standing tradition to hand out yellow sashes to veterans who may do parade and let us honor them. I am getting choked up even now as I think of it. I am so damned proud to see so many of our faire family in that line up... I can't even articulate it. My heart just swells.

We once again sang the National Anthem and America the Beautiful. The ladies of Foxglove from CO joined us, as did the O'Boys. Our chalkboard signs thanked the veterans for their service. But still, they thanked us. Oh no no no no no! It's not even a little bit about us. But what an experience.

And [livejournal.com profile] mistletoeelf? Thank you for the honor of holding the space with you. I am glad my broad, Teutonic farm girl shoulders could be of service.

The emotional echoes still linger today. None of it is bad; there is just a lot. I am still processing.

Ye gods, what a life I live!
sandmansister: (Frieda - grin)
I am still sorting through the emotions of the final Faire weekend. Fortunately, the underlying foundation to all of it is love... but my my, the expressions were varied and all over the map. Needed a day to myself to process everything.

On the unmitigated joy front, QAL got made honorary Girl Scouts! After the bridging ceremony a few weeks back, we found ourselves with an audience full of Girl Scouts. One of them had been a fan for years, and brought her friends along. At the end of the show, we joked that they made it through and needed a merit badge to reflect that accomplishment.

So when she returned this weekend and gave us QAL badges in our own colors—including one for D!—we were so honored and thrilled (and in no small measure terrified to realize that, crap! we're role models!). How awesome is that?!?

Then there was the moment that reminded me with utter clarity why I do this. Sure, I'm a music-based life form. Creating harmonies and sharing songs with some of my favorite women is therapy for me. But that's only a small part of what drives me.

Let me tell you about Diane from Detroit.

She found us after opening gate. She was so excited to see us, and said she'd worn out all her QAL CDs because she played them so much. We took pictures, and her excitement came off her in waves. It was flattering, of course, though just a little unnerving, too.

After our first show, she caught up with me before I headed back stage. She said once again how much she enjoyed the show. Then she paused for a moment. I couldn't see her eyes; she had on sunglasses.

"Your 'Q' CD. The blue one?"

I nodded.

"Well, that song—"

Her breath fought back a sob. Oh no.

"That song 'What'll I Do?'"

I put my hand on her shoulder and nodded again.

"When my husband was healthy—"

She took off her sunglasses and wiped her eyes. I tried to hold it together, but as we all know... with Lace, no one cries alone.

"We loved your version of that song. As his health declined, it became our song."

Another pause to collect herself. I gave her a squeeze to tell her it was OK.

"We played it at his memorial, too. It just meant so much to us...."

Then she was lost. Ye gods. I tried to hold it together long enough to simply say that I hoped someday it will bring more comfort from good memories than pain of loss. I thanked her for letting us be part of such an important moment, and wished her well for the rest of her faire day.

I had to bolt back stage and come unglued for just a moment. Fortunately, a fan had gifted us some chocolate. Kath had the presence of mind to hand some out; we all lost it for a moment when I shared Diane's story.

And THAT, my friends, is why I stress and sweat through sometimes miserable conditions. You just never know how you will touch someone else's life. What a truly mind boggling thing.

Then there were all the unexpected friend visits. I hope I didn't damage Dread Fred, but I couldn't do anything other than run full tilt into a hug. And seeing a former boss and fellow Boobonic Plague survivor was such a treat. Cheri, you rock, woman! Hope the rest of your day was amazing, too. And [livejournal.com profile] kalinobeche, you made my day. Can't wait to see you and the rest of the KCTribe soon.

Having so many friends come home... priceless. Thank you for making my heart bigger so I can love you more.

I just hate that I didn't have more time to catch up with folks from back in the day. But hey, isn't that what social networking is for? ;-) Hooray internets!

I wore a yellow ribbon to honor a few special veterans on Memorial Day. Though I didn't know him well, Sean Caughman was dear to many who are dear to me. His name was on my ribbon. My Dad was in the Navy, and my brother and sister were in the Army. So my ribbon had several names.

Once again, the faire parade on Monday made me a sobbing wreck. It's been a long-standing tradition to hand out yellow sashes to veterans who may do parade and let us honor them. I am getting choked up even now as I think of it. I am so damned proud to see so many of our faire family in that line up... I can't even articulate it. My heart just swells.

We once again sang the National Anthem and America the Beautiful. The ladies of Foxglove from CO joined us, as did the O'Boys. Our chalkboard signs thanked the veterans for their service. But still, they thanked us. Oh no no no no no! It's not even a little bit about us. But what an experience.

And [livejournal.com profile] mistletoeelf? Thank you for the honor of holding the space with you. I am glad my broad, Teutonic farm girl shoulders could be of service.

The emotional echoes still linger today. None of it is bad; there is just a lot. I am still processing.

Ye gods, what a life I live!
sandmansister: (Frieda - grin)
I am still sorting through the emotions of the final Faire weekend. Fortunately, the underlying foundation to all of it is love... but my my, the expressions were varied and all over the map. Needed a day to myself to process everything.

On the unmitigated joy front, QAL got made honorary Girl Scouts! After the bridging ceremony a few weeks back, we found ourselves with an audience full of Girl Scouts. One of them had been a fan for years, and brought her friends along. At the end of the show, we joked that they made it through and needed a merit badge to reflect that accomplishment.

So when she returned this weekend and gave us QAL badges in our own colors—including one for D!—we were so honored and thrilled (and in no small measure terrified to realize that, crap! we're role models!). How awesome is that?!?

Then there was the moment that reminded me with utter clarity why I do this. Sure, I'm a music-based life form. Creating harmonies and sharing songs with some of my favorite women is therapy for me. But that's only a small part of what drives me.

Let me tell you about Diane from Detroit.

She found us after opening gate. She was so excited to see us, and said she'd worn out all her QAL CDs because she played them so much. We took pictures, and her excitement came off her in waves. It was flattering, of course, though just a little unnerving, too.

After our first show, she caught up with me before I headed back stage. She said once again how much she enjoyed the show. Then she paused for a moment. I couldn't see her eyes; she had on sunglasses.

"Your 'Q' CD. The blue one?"

I nodded.

"Well, that song—"

Her breath fought back a sob. Oh no.

"That song 'What'll I Do?'"

I put my hand on her shoulder and nodded again.

"When my husband was healthy—"

She took off her sunglasses and wiped her eyes. I tried to hold it together, but as we all know... with Lace, no one cries alone.

"We loved your version of that song. As his health declined, it became our song."

Another pause to collect herself. I gave her a squeeze to tell her it was OK.

"We played it at his memorial, too. It just meant so much to us...."

Then she was lost. Ye gods. I tried to hold it together long enough to simply say that I hoped someday it will bring more comfort from good memories than pain of loss. I thanked her for letting us be part of such an important moment, and wished her well for the rest of her faire day.

I had to bolt back stage and come unglued for just a moment. Fortunately, a fan had gifted us some chocolate. Kath had the presence of mind to hand some out; we all lost it for a moment when I shared Diane's story.

And THAT, my friends, is why I stress and sweat through sometimes miserable conditions. You just never know how you will touch someone else's life. What a truly mind boggling thing.

Then there were all the unexpected friend visits. I hope I didn't damage Dread Fred, but I couldn't do anything other than run full tilt into a hug. And seeing a former boss and fellow Boobonic Plague survivor was such a treat. Cheri, you rock, woman! Hope the rest of your day was amazing, too. And [livejournal.com profile] kalinobeche, you made my day. Can't wait to see you and the rest of the KCTribe soon.

Having so many friends come home... priceless. Thank you for making my heart bigger so I can love you more.

I just hate that I didn't have more time to catch up with folks from back in the day. But hey, isn't that what social networking is for? ;-) Hooray internets!

I wore a yellow ribbon to honor a few special veterans on Memorial Day. Though I didn't know him well, Sean Caughman was dear to many who are dear to me. His name was on my ribbon. My Dad was in the Navy, and my brother and sister were in the Army. So my ribbon had several names.

Once again, the faire parade on Monday made me a sobbing wreck. It's been a long-standing tradition to hand out yellow sashes to veterans who may do parade and let us honor them. I am getting choked up even now as I think of it. I am so damned proud to see so many of our faire family in that line up... I can't even articulate it. My heart just swells.

We once again sang the National Anthem and America the Beautiful. The ladies of Foxglove from CO joined us, as did the O'Boys. Our chalkboard signs thanked the veterans for their service. But still, they thanked us. Oh no no no no no! It's not even a little bit about us. But what an experience.

And [livejournal.com profile] mistletoeelf? Thank you for the honor of holding the space with you. I am glad my broad, Teutonic farm girl shoulders could be of service.

The emotional echoes still linger today. None of it is bad; there is just a lot. I am still processing.

Ye gods, what a life I live!
sandmansister: (Frieda - bows)

QAL Java Jive QAL Java Jive
Need a fix of faire music? Lacking harmony in the "Glee" hiatus? Seize the chance to see Queen Anne's Lace in a climate controlled setting! For those of you not going (or willing to be late) to the Big Brigid Bash, y'all come!

sandmansister: (Frieda - bows)

QAL Java Jive QAL Java Jive
Need a fix of faire music? Lacking harmony in the "Glee" hiatus? Seize the chance to see Queen Anne's Lace in a climate controlled setting! For those of you not going (or willing to be late) to the Big Brigid Bash, y'all come!

sandmansister: (Frieda - bows)

QAL Java Jive QAL Java Jive
Need a fix of faire music? Lacking harmony in the "Glee" hiatus? Seize the chance to see Queen Anne's Lace in a climate controlled setting! For those of you not going (or willing to be late) to the Big Brigid Bash, y'all come!

sandmansister: (Frieda - bows)

QAL Java Jive QAL Java Jive
Need a fix of faire music? Lacking harmony in the "Glee" hiatus? Seize the chance to see Queen Anne's Lace in a climate controlled setting! For those of you not going (or willing to be late) to the Big Brigid Bash, y'all come!

sandmansister: (GIR spin)
Just popping in to share a few highlights of life as of late:

  • High expectations on a high-focus project + nigh impossible deadlines = ‘splody me. Developed eLearning overview + 5 job-specific modules on a new workflow/queuing tool in about than 3 weeks... one that was still changing up to 9/14 (which meant almost daily rewrites). It’s done (and so am I). No one died... though at one particularly low point, if the Powers That Be told me to either 1) do that day over; or 2) get Boobonic Plague again... well, I would have had to think hard about my choice ('cuz hell, I know I can beat friggin' cancer...) But things are better now. : /

  • I can tell autumn is arriving. My Inner Betty Crocker is stirring (ha! Food pun FTW!) and I’m mostly content to let her. Made a Tex-Mex goulash based on [livejournal.com profile] wyckedgood’s family recipe, and cobbler last night thanks to [livejournal.com profile] divalace. Felt good after the last few hectic weeks to do something domestic (and let [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool handle the dishes – lulz).

  • Performed w/QAL at a retirement home on Friday. What a gratifying gig on all levels! The facility is lovely, and the residents really seemed to enjoy (which only egged us on to perform even better). Plus, the acoustics were fab so we could add lots of dynamic contrast without oversinging. I even helped a little old lady—OMG 90 next month!—who needed help escaping the clutches of the metal folding chair.

  • It really is a small world after all. Got the lovely smoked whitefish that MM* sent from the Lixey Fish Market. As we signed for the package, the postman noticed the return address in Oscoda. Guess where he is from?!?!?!!!! He left in 1969, though… didn’t have the heart to tell him that I was just being born…

  • Kids dancing = teh funneh. Kids trying to breakdance and/or stage their own dance battle? HIGH-larious! (Looked a lot like my GIR icon *points up*, in fact.) [livejournal.com profile] jojo_qtpie’s ceremony and reception were lovely, but that bit almost literally took the cake IMHO.

  • Speaking of wedding, I loved that the bride and groom arrived to the space in which they were to wed at the same time. Subtle and powerful symbolism there. Me rikey. And knowing what the Family Welch has endured these last few months, seeing her father walk with her, give a toast, and dance with her was even more schmooble-inspiring than usual (though the original tune written by her uncle for their first dance moved me to tears, too).

  • So sad that I missed Oktoberfest this year. Had rehearsal on Thursday for the aforementioned gig, and a 9am call on Friday got moved up by 30 minutes… had to put on the damned big girl panties. Friday was a friend’s 50th and though we were home at a decent hour, I was fork-in-me done after the work week. In bed before 10pm and slept solidly until 8:30 the next morning. However, there was sausage and kraut and red cabbage of joy at the wedding, so that seemed to balance things a bit. Plus, still have a gift certificate for Bavarian Grill… oms and noms!

  • QAL is heading back to Dunn Bros in Addison on November 7th (see QALace.com for details coming soon). We’re taking up a collection for RESCU, which is particularly timely since we recently heard about Mikael the Mime’s leukemia diagnosis. Hope we can contribute something to help him and other folks in need. We’re also headed back into the studio soon, so there will be *ahem*
    A NEW QAL CD NEXT SPRING!


    More highlights as I think of them… hope you all are keeping yourselves well and in just enough trouble to make life fun.

    * Michigan Momma (a.k.a. my birth mother)
  • sandmansister: (GIR spin)
    Just popping in to share a few highlights of life as of late:

  • High expectations on a high-focus project + nigh impossible deadlines = ‘splody me. Developed eLearning overview + 5 job-specific modules on a new workflow/queuing tool in about than 3 weeks... one that was still changing up to 9/14 (which meant almost daily rewrites). It’s done (and so am I). No one died... though at one particularly low point, if the Powers That Be told me to either 1) do that day over; or 2) get Boobonic Plague again... well, I would have had to think hard about my choice ('cuz hell, I know I can beat friggin' cancer...) But things are better now. : /

  • I can tell autumn is arriving. My Inner Betty Crocker is stirring (ha! Food pun FTW!) and I’m mostly content to let her. Made a Tex-Mex goulash based on [livejournal.com profile] wyckedgood’s family recipe, and cobbler last night thanks to [livejournal.com profile] divalace. Felt good after the last few hectic weeks to do something domestic (and let [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool handle the dishes – lulz).

  • Performed w/QAL at a retirement home on Friday. What a gratifying gig on all levels! The facility is lovely, and the residents really seemed to enjoy (which only egged us on to perform even better). Plus, the acoustics were fab so we could add lots of dynamic contrast without oversinging. I even helped a little old lady—OMG 90 next month!—who needed help escaping the clutches of the metal folding chair.

  • It really is a small world after all. Got the lovely smoked whitefish that MM* sent from the Lixey Fish Market. As we signed for the package, the postman noticed the return address in Oscoda. Guess where he is from?!?!?!!!! He left in 1969, though… didn’t have the heart to tell him that I was just being born…

  • Kids dancing = teh funneh. Kids trying to breakdance and/or stage their own dance battle? HIGH-larious! (Looked a lot like my GIR icon *points up*, in fact.) [livejournal.com profile] jojo_qtpie’s ceremony and reception were lovely, but that bit almost literally took the cake IMHO.

  • Speaking of wedding, I loved that the bride and groom arrived to the space in which they were to wed at the same time. Subtle and powerful symbolism there. Me rikey. And knowing what the Family Welch has endured these last few months, seeing her father walk with her, give a toast, and dance with her was even more schmooble-inspiring than usual (though the original tune written by her uncle for their first dance moved me to tears, too).

  • So sad that I missed Oktoberfest this year. Had rehearsal on Thursday for the aforementioned gig, and a 9am call on Friday got moved up by 30 minutes… had to put on the damned big girl panties. Friday was a friend’s 50th and though we were home at a decent hour, I was fork-in-me done after the work week. In bed before 10pm and slept solidly until 8:30 the next morning. However, there was sausage and kraut and red cabbage of joy at the wedding, so that seemed to balance things a bit. Plus, still have a gift certificate for Bavarian Grill… oms and noms!

  • QAL is heading back to Dunn Bros in Addison on November 7th (see QALace.com for details coming soon). We’re taking up a collection for RESCU, which is particularly timely since we recently heard about Mikael the Mime’s leukemia diagnosis. Hope we can contribute something to help him and other folks in need. We’re also headed back into the studio soon, so there will be *ahem*
    A NEW QAL CD NEXT SPRING!


    More highlights as I think of them… hope you all are keeping yourselves well and in just enough trouble to make life fun.

    * Michigan Momma (a.k.a. my birth mother)
  • sandmansister: (GIR spin)
    Just popping in to share a few highlights of life as of late:

  • High expectations on a high-focus project + nigh impossible deadlines = ‘splody me. Developed eLearning overview + 5 job-specific modules on a new workflow/queuing tool in about than 3 weeks... one that was still changing up to 9/14 (which meant almost daily rewrites). It’s done (and so am I). No one died... though at one particularly low point, if the Powers That Be told me to either 1) do that day over; or 2) get Boobonic Plague again... well, I would have had to think hard about my choice ('cuz hell, I know I can beat friggin' cancer...) But things are better now. : /

  • I can tell autumn is arriving. My Inner Betty Crocker is stirring (ha! Food pun FTW!) and I’m mostly content to let her. Made a Tex-Mex goulash based on [livejournal.com profile] wyckedgood’s family recipe, and cobbler last night thanks to [livejournal.com profile] divalace. Felt good after the last few hectic weeks to do something domestic (and let [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool handle the dishes – lulz).

  • Performed w/QAL at a retirement home on Friday. What a gratifying gig on all levels! The facility is lovely, and the residents really seemed to enjoy (which only egged us on to perform even better). Plus, the acoustics were fab so we could add lots of dynamic contrast without oversinging. I even helped a little old lady—OMG 90 next month!—who needed help escaping the clutches of the metal folding chair.

  • It really is a small world after all. Got the lovely smoked whitefish that MM* sent from the Lixey Fish Market. As we signed for the package, the postman noticed the return address in Oscoda. Guess where he is from?!?!?!!!! He left in 1969, though… didn’t have the heart to tell him that I was just being born…

  • Kids dancing = teh funneh. Kids trying to breakdance and/or stage their own dance battle? HIGH-larious! (Looked a lot like my GIR icon *points up*, in fact.) [livejournal.com profile] jojo_qtpie’s ceremony and reception were lovely, but that bit almost literally took the cake IMHO.

  • Speaking of wedding, I loved that the bride and groom arrived to the space in which they were to wed at the same time. Subtle and powerful symbolism there. Me rikey. And knowing what the Family Welch has endured these last few months, seeing her father walk with her, give a toast, and dance with her was even more schmooble-inspiring than usual (though the original tune written by her uncle for their first dance moved me to tears, too).

  • So sad that I missed Oktoberfest this year. Had rehearsal on Thursday for the aforementioned gig, and a 9am call on Friday got moved up by 30 minutes… had to put on the damned big girl panties. Friday was a friend’s 50th and though we were home at a decent hour, I was fork-in-me done after the work week. In bed before 10pm and slept solidly until 8:30 the next morning. However, there was sausage and kraut and red cabbage of joy at the wedding, so that seemed to balance things a bit. Plus, still have a gift certificate for Bavarian Grill… oms and noms!

  • QAL is heading back to Dunn Bros in Addison on November 7th (see QALace.com for details coming soon). We’re taking up a collection for RESCU, which is particularly timely since we recently heard about Mikael the Mime’s leukemia diagnosis. Hope we can contribute something to help him and other folks in need. We’re also headed back into the studio soon, so there will be *ahem*
    A NEW QAL CD NEXT SPRING!


    More highlights as I think of them… hope you all are keeping yourselves well and in just enough trouble to make life fun.

    * Michigan Momma (a.k.a. my birth mother)
  • sandmansister: (GIR spin)
    Just popping in to share a few highlights of life as of late:

  • High expectations on a high-focus project + nigh impossible deadlines = ‘splody me. Developed eLearning overview + 5 job-specific modules on a new workflow/queuing tool in about than 3 weeks... one that was still changing up to 9/14 (which meant almost daily rewrites). It’s done (and so am I). No one died... though at one particularly low point, if the Powers That Be told me to either 1) do that day over; or 2) get Boobonic Plague again... well, I would have had to think hard about my choice ('cuz hell, I know I can beat friggin' cancer...) But things are better now. : /

  • I can tell autumn is arriving. My Inner Betty Crocker is stirring (ha! Food pun FTW!) and I’m mostly content to let her. Made a Tex-Mex goulash based on [livejournal.com profile] wyckedgood’s family recipe, and cobbler last night thanks to [livejournal.com profile] divalace. Felt good after the last few hectic weeks to do something domestic (and let [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool handle the dishes – lulz).

  • Performed w/QAL at a retirement home on Friday. What a gratifying gig on all levels! The facility is lovely, and the residents really seemed to enjoy (which only egged us on to perform even better). Plus, the acoustics were fab so we could add lots of dynamic contrast without oversinging. I even helped a little old lady—OMG 90 next month!—who needed help escaping the clutches of the metal folding chair.

  • It really is a small world after all. Got the lovely smoked whitefish that MM* sent from the Lixey Fish Market. As we signed for the package, the postman noticed the return address in Oscoda. Guess where he is from?!?!?!!!! He left in 1969, though… didn’t have the heart to tell him that I was just being born…

  • Kids dancing = teh funneh. Kids trying to breakdance and/or stage their own dance battle? HIGH-larious! (Looked a lot like my GIR icon *points up*, in fact.) [livejournal.com profile] jojo_qtpie’s ceremony and reception were lovely, but that bit almost literally took the cake IMHO.

  • Speaking of wedding, I loved that the bride and groom arrived to the space in which they were to wed at the same time. Subtle and powerful symbolism there. Me rikey. And knowing what the Family Welch has endured these last few months, seeing her father walk with her, give a toast, and dance with her was even more schmooble-inspiring than usual (though the original tune written by her uncle for their first dance moved me to tears, too).

  • So sad that I missed Oktoberfest this year. Had rehearsal on Thursday for the aforementioned gig, and a 9am call on Friday got moved up by 30 minutes… had to put on the damned big girl panties. Friday was a friend’s 50th and though we were home at a decent hour, I was fork-in-me done after the work week. In bed before 10pm and slept solidly until 8:30 the next morning. However, there was sausage and kraut and red cabbage of joy at the wedding, so that seemed to balance things a bit. Plus, still have a gift certificate for Bavarian Grill… oms and noms!

  • QAL is heading back to Dunn Bros in Addison on November 7th (see QALace.com for details coming soon). We’re taking up a collection for RESCU, which is particularly timely since we recently heard about Mikael the Mime’s leukemia diagnosis. Hope we can contribute something to help him and other folks in need. We’re also headed back into the studio soon, so there will be *ahem*
    A NEW QAL CD NEXT SPRING!


    More highlights as I think of them… hope you all are keeping yourselves well and in just enough trouble to make life fun.

    * Michigan Momma (a.k.a. my birth mother)
  • sandmansister: (Kaylee Shiny)
    Things remembered:

  • 40 mini Baby Mumbles left scattered around my house = funnest. giftie. EVAR. I know there were 40 because 1) [livejournal.com profile] unclesiko told me so; and 2) they were handily numbered for easy reference. Feel the pengie envy! )

    However, I feel like I have failed My Favorite Ninja. Sadly, I must report that Baby Mumble #9 is still missing. I promise to do a photo update when I find where the stealthy pengooin has been hiding.

  • Flowers. Hooray for fresh flowers! [livejournal.com profile] middnightclear sent beautiful tulips—one of my faves— and daisies/lilies from my mom.

  • MM brought pasties. Oh. Em. Gee. Super tasty (yes, I am ignoring you sickos picturing me choking on sequins)! What a wonderful way to remember a bit of home. They're from a farmer's market in Oscoda. The real deal. FTW!

  • Multiple texty wishes and cards from friends all over - yeys! Seriously, I am so spoiled. You lot are the best.

  • Handmade love is the best. Got an adorable scarf & beret with a star pattern on top. FTW x 2! )

  • My co-workers are pretty great. They saved me birthday cuppiecakes.

  • Friends who bring me chocolate? Covered in awesomesauce. UTarzan—a friend/former CWide cubemate—even brought me chocolate with violets, February's flower.

  • Books = life. Multiple gifts of books and/or cards with which to buy more books? Flippin schweet.

  • I was glad for everyone to meet MM, but especially my Jackies DanceWench and [livejournal.com profile] buffalobills). Somehow it felt right that the sisters that the Divine brought into my life should meet the woman who gave me life. Now I want them and of course [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool to see where I grew up. Not even kidding about growing up across the street from Lake Huron, either. I can prove it. )

    Still waiting for pics. Mom & MM both took an obscene amount of pics, but I don't have any yet. *le sigh*

    I love that [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool and I express our schmooble in odd ways. Yeah, we're squishy and gross, but for Valentine's I got him a mini Stonehenge and some copper dice (because he already had rose quartz, which would be a more squishy and appropriate gem); he got me a t-shirt with a heart on it. It also had a skull. Eeee! Wanna see? )

    In other life news, learned a lot at QAL Bootcamp. (A few of us have not had character work in a long time, if ever. My last SAPA workshops? 1993. Gah!) It was nice to have time to think about Frieda, and get input on how she comes across during our shows. It also allowed us to make choices based on individual needs and what our group dynamics require, too. It will make the classes we audit a bit easier, and help us to be more cohesive as a group.

    Had a blast at the ConDFW Libations Social. We were asked to perform a Victorian Tart Show... Tart Show songs, in Tart Shelf Attire, only Victorian-era. I think we cleaned up quite nicely, )and the crowd seemed to have a good time. Bonus? We actually rehearsed Tart Show music before setting foot onstage opening weekend and going *URK>!* It made for a long day after Bootcamp & music rehearsal, but since I have all day today to work on my ass groove, it's all good. Besides *waggles eyebrows at [livejournal.com profile] badcat42077 and [livejournal.com profile] waterlilly* there were plenty of folks I haven't hugged/seen in ages. How could I pass that up? Though the look from the fanboys in the lobby when we walked in all tarted up? Priceless. Heh.

    All in all? I count it a win.

    Be excellent to each other.
  • sandmansister: (Kaylee Shiny)
    Things remembered:

  • 40 mini Baby Mumbles left scattered around my house = funnest. giftie. EVAR. I know there were 40 because 1) [livejournal.com profile] unclesiko told me so; and 2) they were handily numbered for easy reference. Feel the pengie envy! )

    However, I feel like I have failed My Favorite Ninja. Sadly, I must report that Baby Mumble #9 is still missing. I promise to do a photo update when I find where the stealthy pengooin has been hiding.

  • Flowers. Hooray for fresh flowers! [livejournal.com profile] middnightclear sent beautiful tulips—one of my faves— and daisies/lilies from my mom.

  • MM brought pasties. Oh. Em. Gee. Super tasty (yes, I am ignoring you sickos picturing me choking on sequins)! What a wonderful way to remember a bit of home. They're from a farmer's market in Oscoda. The real deal. FTW!

  • Multiple texty wishes and cards from friends all over - yeys! Seriously, I am so spoiled. You lot are the best.

  • Handmade love is the best. Got an adorable scarf & beret with a star pattern on top. FTW x 2! )

  • My co-workers are pretty great. They saved me birthday cuppiecakes.

  • Friends who bring me chocolate? Covered in awesomesauce. UTarzan—a friend/former CWide cubemate—even brought me chocolate with violets, February's flower.

  • Books = life. Multiple gifts of books and/or cards with which to buy more books? Flippin schweet.

  • I was glad for everyone to meet MM, but especially my Jackies DanceWench and [livejournal.com profile] buffalobills). Somehow it felt right that the sisters that the Divine brought into my life should meet the woman who gave me life. Now I want them and of course [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool to see where I grew up. Not even kidding about growing up across the street from Lake Huron, either. I can prove it. )

    Still waiting for pics. Mom & MM both took an obscene amount of pics, but I don't have any yet. *le sigh*

    I love that [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool and I express our schmooble in odd ways. Yeah, we're squishy and gross, but for Valentine's I got him a mini Stonehenge and some copper dice (because he already had rose quartz, which would be a more squishy and appropriate gem); he got me a t-shirt with a heart on it. It also had a skull. Eeee! Wanna see? )

    In other life news, learned a lot at QAL Bootcamp. (A few of us have not had character work in a long time, if ever. My last SAPA workshops? 1993. Gah!) It was nice to have time to think about Frieda, and get input on how she comes across during our shows. It also allowed us to make choices based on individual needs and what our group dynamics require, too. It will make the classes we audit a bit easier, and help us to be more cohesive as a group.

    Had a blast at the ConDFW Libations Social. We were asked to perform a Victorian Tart Show... Tart Show songs, in Tart Shelf Attire, only Victorian-era. I think we cleaned up quite nicely, )and the crowd seemed to have a good time. Bonus? We actually rehearsed Tart Show music before setting foot onstage opening weekend and going *URK>!* It made for a long day after Bootcamp & music rehearsal, but since I have all day today to work on my ass groove, it's all good. Besides *waggles eyebrows at [livejournal.com profile] badcat42077 and [livejournal.com profile] waterlilly* there were plenty of folks I haven't hugged/seen in ages. How could I pass that up? Though the look from the fanboys in the lobby when we walked in all tarted up? Priceless. Heh.

    All in all? I count it a win.

    Be excellent to each other.
  • sandmansister: (Default)
    Things remembered:

  • 40 mini Baby Mumbles left scattered around my house = funnest. giftie. EVAR. I know there were 40 because 1) [livejournal.com profile] unclesiko told me so; and 2) they were handily numbered for easy reference. Feel the pengie envy! )

    However, I feel like I have failed My Favorite Ninja. Sadly, I must report that Baby Mumble #9 is still missing. I promise to do a photo update when I find where the stealthy pengooin has been hiding.

  • Flowers. Hooray for fresh flowers! [livejournal.com profile] middnightclear sent beautiful tulips—one of my faves— and daisies/lilies from my mom.

  • MM brought pasties. Oh. Em. Gee. Super tasty (yes, I am ignoring you sickos picturing me choking on sequins)! What a wonderful way to remember a bit of home. They're from a farmer's market in Oscoda. The real deal. FTW!

  • Multiple texty wishes and cards from friends all over - yeys! Seriously, I am so spoiled. You lot are the best.

  • Handmade love is the best. Got an adorable scarf & beret with a star pattern on top. FTW x 2! )

  • My co-workers are pretty great. They saved me birthday cuppiecakes.

  • Friends who bring me chocolate? Covered in awesomesauce. UTarzan—a friend/former CWide cubemate—even brought me chocolate with violets, February's flower.

  • Books = life. Multiple gifts of books and/or cards with which to buy more books? Flippin schweet.

  • I was glad for everyone to meet MM, but especially my Jackies DanceWench and [livejournal.com profile] buffalobills). Somehow it felt right that the sisters that the Divine brought into my life should meet the woman who gave me life. Now I want them and of course [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool to see where I grew up. Not even kidding about growing up across the street from Lake Huron, either. I can prove it. )

    Still waiting for pics. Mom & MM both took an obscene amount of pics, but I don't have any yet. *le sigh*

    I love that [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool and I express our schmooble in odd ways. Yeah, we're squishy and gross, but for Valentine's I got him a mini Stonehenge and some copper dice (because he already had rose quartz, which would be a more squishy and appropriate gem); he got me a t-shirt with a heart on it. It also had a skull. Eeee! Wanna see? )

    In other life news, learned a lot at QAL Bootcamp. (A few of us have not had character work in a long time, if ever. My last SAPA workshops? 1993. Gah!) It was nice to have time to think about Frieda, and get input on how she comes across during our shows. It also allowed us to make choices based on individual needs and what our group dynamics require, too. It will make the classes we audit a bit easier, and help us to be more cohesive as a group.

    Had a blast at the ConDFW Libations Social. We were asked to perform a Victorian Tart Show... Tart Show songs, in Tart Shelf Attire, only Victorian-era. I think we cleaned up quite nicely, )and the crowd seemed to have a good time. Bonus? We actually rehearsed Tart Show music before setting foot onstage opening weekend and going *URK>!* It made for a long day after Bootcamp & music rehearsal, but since I have all day today to work on my ass groove, it's all good. Besides *waggles eyebrows at [livejournal.com profile] badcat42077 and [livejournal.com profile] waterlilly* there were plenty of folks I haven't hugged/seen in ages. How could I pass that up? Though the look from the fanboys in the lobby when we walked in all tarted up? Priceless. Heh.

    All in all? I count it a win.

    Be excellent to each other.
  • sandmansister: (Kaylee Shiny)
    Things remembered:

  • 40 mini Baby Mumbles left scattered around my house = funnest. giftie. EVAR. I know there were 40 because 1) [livejournal.com profile] unclesiko told me so; and 2) they were handily numbered for easy reference. Feel the pengie envy! )

    However, I feel like I have failed My Favorite Ninja. Sadly, I must report that Baby Mumble #9 is still missing. I promise to do a photo update when I find where the stealthy pengooin has been hiding.

  • Flowers. Hooray for fresh flowers! [livejournal.com profile] middnightclear sent beautiful tulips—one of my faves— and daisies/lilies from my mom.

  • MM brought pasties. Oh. Em. Gee. Super tasty (yes, I am ignoring you sickos picturing me choking on sequins)! What a wonderful way to remember a bit of home. They're from a farmer's market in Oscoda. The real deal. FTW!

  • Multiple texty wishes and cards from friends all over - yeys! Seriously, I am so spoiled. You lot are the best.

  • Handmade love is the best. Got an adorable scarf & beret with a star pattern on top. FTW x 2! )

  • My co-workers are pretty great. They saved me birthday cuppiecakes.

  • Friends who bring me chocolate? Covered in awesomesauce. UTarzan—a friend/former CWide cubemate—even brought me chocolate with violets, February's flower.

  • Books = life. Multiple gifts of books and/or cards with which to buy more books? Flippin schweet.

  • I was glad for everyone to meet MM, but especially my Jackies DanceWench and [livejournal.com profile] buffalobills). Somehow it felt right that the sisters that the Divine brought into my life should meet the woman who gave me life. Now I want them and of course [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool to see where I grew up. Not even kidding about growing up across the street from Lake Huron, either. I can prove it. )

    Still waiting for pics. Mom & MM both took an obscene amount of pics, but I don't have any yet. *le sigh*

    I love that [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool and I express our schmooble in odd ways. Yeah, we're squishy and gross, but for Valentine's I got him a mini Stonehenge and some copper dice (because he already had rose quartz, which would be a more squishy and appropriate gem); he got me a t-shirt with a heart on it. It also had a skull. Eeee! Wanna see? )

    In other life news, learned a lot at QAL Bootcamp. (A few of us have not had character work in a long time, if ever. My last SAPA workshops? 1993. Gah!) It was nice to have time to think about Frieda, and get input on how she comes across during our shows. It also allowed us to make choices based on individual needs and what our group dynamics require, too. It will make the classes we audit a bit easier, and help us to be more cohesive as a group.

    Had a blast at the ConDFW Libations Social. We were asked to perform a Victorian Tart Show... Tart Show songs, in Tart Shelf Attire, only Victorian-era. I think we cleaned up quite nicely, )and the crowd seemed to have a good time. Bonus? We actually rehearsed Tart Show music before setting foot onstage opening weekend and going *URK>!* It made for a long day after Bootcamp & music rehearsal, but since I have all day today to work on my ass groove, it's all good. Besides *waggles eyebrows at [livejournal.com profile] badcat42077 and [livejournal.com profile] waterlilly* there were plenty of folks I haven't hugged/seen in ages. How could I pass that up? Though the look from the fanboys in the lobby when we walked in all tarted up? Priceless. Heh.

    All in all? I count it a win.

    Be excellent to each other.
  • sandmansister: (Frieda - Gingyluv)
    All I remember is that I was in some tchotchke shoppe (because if it sells tchotchkes, it warrants the extra "p" and "e") with my mom. Not sure what we were shopping for, but I remember seeing a thing—don't know what, exactly—with a gingy on it. I dream-*squeed* and tried to figure out how to fit it on my accoutrement belt.

    I did not tell [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool upon awakening as it was too early to be deafened by the audible eyeroll...



    Yes, [livejournal.com profile] kymberlynn, I do realize that I have a problem.
    sandmansister: (Frieda - Gingyluv)
    All I remember is that I was in some tchotchke shoppe (because if it sells tchotchkes, it warrants the extra "p" and "e") with my mom. Not sure what we were shopping for, but I remember seeing a thing—don't know what, exactly—with a gingy on it. I dream-*squeed* and tried to figure out how to fit it on my accoutrement belt.

    I did not tell [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool upon awakening as it was too early to be deafened by the audible eyeroll...



    Yes, [livejournal.com profile] kymberlynn, I do realize that I have a problem.
    sandmansister: (Frieda - Gingyluv)
    All I remember is that I was in some tchotchke shoppe (because if it sells tchotchkes, it warrants the extra "p" and "e") with my mom. Not sure what we were shopping for, but I remember seeing a thing—don't know what, exactly—with a gingy on it. I dream-*squeed* and tried to figure out how to fit it on my accoutrement belt.

    I did not tell [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool upon awakening as it was too early to be deafened by the audible eyeroll...



    Yes, [livejournal.com profile] kymberlynn, I do realize that I have a problem.
    sandmansister: (Frieda - Gingyluv)
    All I remember is that I was in some tchotchke shoppe (because if it sells tchotchkes, it warrants the extra "p" and "e") with my mom. Not sure what we were shopping for, but I remember seeing a thing—don't know what, exactly—with a gingy on it. I dream-*squeed* and tried to figure out how to fit it on my accoutrement belt.

    I did not tell [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool upon awakening as it was too early to be deafened by the audible eyeroll...



    Yes, [livejournal.com profile] kymberlynn, I do realize that I have a problem.

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