My belly hurts a little today.
When I woke up this morning both my hip (right) and my Belly (right side where I normally have my Crohn's problems) both hurt terribly. Now that I'm up and moving my ankles are hurting.
I figured I did a lot of walking and got a lot of exercize while at War and should keep up with it now that I've built up some stamina (not much, but a little). So, yesterday while Matt and Seth were in Augusta working on Seth's truck I looked up belly dancing steps. I streched out, warmed up and practiced some steps. I pulled my belly muscles while dancing, but boy it felt good to get some exercise. Matt was happy and I'm sure T.J. (my doc) will be too. Now I just have to keep up with it.
I plan on stretching today, just to loosen up. Then tomorrow, my b-day, I plan to stretch, warm up and dance some more. I want to get a DVD or video on belly dancing so I can learn the proper steps. By next War I want to wow people, and have a more toned body. I never had as much energy or was as tomed as when I went dancing every night. Even though I drank a lot more back then, I was healthier due to the exercise I was getting.
Well, I have stuff I need to do, so I will sign out for now.
Ken
Friday, July 22, 2005
I'm A Bitch! And I Love it!
The obnoxious ex of Matt's that I'd spoken about has a blog. Well, I keep an eye on it to see how she's bashing Matt. Well, she was bitching about not getting a promotion at her seasonal job. From what she said she's been working seasonally at L.L. Beans for 13 years. She couldn't understand why she didn't get the promotion.Someone had mentioned in her comments that she'd had been late a bunch of times due to car troubles and preganancy about ten years ago. She figured that would have nothing to do with it because it was so long ago.
I posted a comment (that had to be approved by her before it went up - gee, big surprise that it wasn't posted). My comment said that I knew for a fact she'd had problems at work much more recently that ten years ago. I also mentioned that she might not have gotten the job due to possibly pissing people off (other than customers), as I had heard it was something she was quite good at. I'm sure she wasn't impressed with my comments and is wondering who posted them. I used a name she has no clue about - a name I've never used before.
It was fun being a total bitch to someone who has gone out of her way to destroy the lives of my boyfriend and many other of our friends. What goes around comes around (I'll prolly now be struck by lightening - karma).
Ken
I posted a comment (that had to be approved by her before it went up - gee, big surprise that it wasn't posted). My comment said that I knew for a fact she'd had problems at work much more recently that ten years ago. I also mentioned that she might not have gotten the job due to possibly pissing people off (other than customers), as I had heard it was something she was quite good at. I'm sure she wasn't impressed with my comments and is wondering who posted them. I used a name she has no clue about - a name I've never used before.
It was fun being a total bitch to someone who has gone out of her way to destroy the lives of my boyfriend and many other of our friends. What goes around comes around (I'll prolly now be struck by lightening - karma).
Ken
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Post War Fallout
Well, the War is over. All worked out well.
The bounty on Matt's head turned out to be nothing but a bottle of (bad) wine on his head for the first person to "kill" him on the battlefield. No one collected, so he got the bottle of wine. But it was quite a mess getting to that point. At first it was a real threat - then nothing big - then a real threat again - then the truth came out and he got the bottle of wine.
It was poeple we know and care about who put out the bounty - people I actually trust with my life. So all is well.
Most people at War were great - a few were assholes. Cece was a total bitch to Matt and won't like to hear what I have to say when I see her next.
When Matt and Jon got there to set up (Ellie and I stayed home to finish sewing and packing) there were problems. The place we usually set up was empty and the people we camp with were else where (the people who put out the bounty). They had to casmp by the royals to cook for them. But there wasn't space for us. Though there was space for others who showed up after us. I was pissed. So we set up where we normally do - got one of the best spots in the campground (shade in the hot afternoons). We decided we should name our encampment "The Ghetto". Turns out the reason we couldn't be over with the others is that someone who belongs with the royals has a daughter who was scared by Matt when she was a child (he's a big, loud, hairy man) and didn't want him near her. She 18 now! Hello, get over it! You were 8 when he scared you!
Anyway, we set up, had a great time, met new people (Vance, Merrik and Gwen, also the Canadians from Wisconsin {I still don't know the story behind that one}) who camped next to us, and partied hard.
I got to see The Bob (who got an important award) and met his good friend Batty. Seth showed up early and is officially part of "The Ghetto". Seth is still here - he came home with us. He and Matt are making sure his truck doesn't self destruct while he's on the road going to SCA events. He's going to show me some jewelry making stuff tonight - I love to learn new techniques. I also got my amber pendant he's been holding for the past year for me.
One of the best parts of War is that Matt's ex didn't show up. I'm so happy I'm almost wanting to go to her blog and thank her for not showing - but I know that could cause problems, so I'm trying to hold back.
One of the worst parts is that Ellie got a horrible sunburn. Her forehead and lower arms were swolen. I think she had a case of sun poisoning. I had very mild sun poisoning on the tops of my feet myslf from the trip. I've had sun poisoning before - so I know how it looks and feels.
I got a great tan from being out there in the sun all weekend (almost a week). My mohawk looks so much better now that I'm not ghostly. That and my blue eyes pop more with the tan. My upper body is quite tan, but my legs are not so much. Need to work on them.
Now, for the funniest part of the trip. Da left us a watermellon when he left on Sunday. I got bored and drew a face on it. On the top I wrote "Rodrigo, Ghetto Prince". Well, on Monday, after everything was packed - absolutely EVERYTHING was off the ground - the stuff that would be sitting in passengers laps were piled on the hoods of the cars - everything was done. We pulled out Rodrigo, The Ghetto Prince and put him in the middle of us circled. I took Seth's claymore, Matt made a speech about Rodrigo, we cheered him - then I beheaded him! One slice down the center, then we turned him a 1/4 turn and nailed him again. Jon then turned him over and we nailed him twice more. We each took a huge chunk of watermellon and dove in. I shoved my face into it and ate like a heathen. When I couldn't get any deeper I pulled chunks out with my fist. We were all acting like heathens - then someone yelled "watermellon fight!" It was all over - the five of us pulling out handfulls of watermellon and throwing them at each other. I was wearing a bra and a bikini bottom - I had watermellon everywhere. Jon decided watermellon rinds made good hats - so he put one on my head and ground it down, Matt put watermellon down my bikini bottom. Finally when we were done we threw the rinds in the woods for the critters and trooped off to the pool laughing so hard we couldn't breathe. Luckily we were the only Scadians (SCA members) there (other than people way on the other side who couldn't see us). Though there were some seasonals who prolly saw us with the watermellon - but there was no one in the pool. There was an employee who was just finishing cleaning it though. Ellie was in jeans and a t-shirt - she stripped and jumped in naked. We were laughing sooooo hard. The pool was too cold for me and would have given me abdominal spasms - so I went to the shower. There were seeds in my bra, watermellon in my bikini bottom (thought I'd gotten it all out). I took the barettes out of my hair - there were chunks and seeds. when I thought I was done I found a huge chunk behind my left ear.
The watermellon fight was so much fun that we decided we had started a new tradition and are going to name a new "Ghetto Prince" to exicute and cannibalize each year. I need to email the others and tell them what they missed.
When we got home all the critters missed us. All the baby rats had grown a lot The boys are almost as big as mom, and it's harder to tell mom from the girls just glancing in the tank) and the cats have been all over us. Kapok has been screaming his head off and Spike has been bugging Matt whenever he goes on his computer and has been bugging me all night. He can't seem to get enough of us.
Other than that all seems to be well. Saturday I turn 32, and this is not a big year for me. For some reason the number 32 doesn't bother me at all. Then Mom comes up to Maine the following Friday with her new beau. I can't wait to meet the man who's stolen my mother's heart. As far as I've heard he's been very good to her, but I need to see this for myself. He better be good to her or he will have to deal with me. I have my Westbrook Doc appointment that day, so Ellie, Jon, Matt and I will prolly meet up with Mom and Russ after that in Portland. Should be interesting.
Guess that's all for now, othe rthan the hopes that it gets a little cooler here. Not much, jsut ten degrees cooler would be nice.
Later days,
Ken
The bounty on Matt's head turned out to be nothing but a bottle of (bad) wine on his head for the first person to "kill" him on the battlefield. No one collected, so he got the bottle of wine. But it was quite a mess getting to that point. At first it was a real threat - then nothing big - then a real threat again - then the truth came out and he got the bottle of wine.
It was poeple we know and care about who put out the bounty - people I actually trust with my life. So all is well.
Most people at War were great - a few were assholes. Cece was a total bitch to Matt and won't like to hear what I have to say when I see her next.
When Matt and Jon got there to set up (Ellie and I stayed home to finish sewing and packing) there were problems. The place we usually set up was empty and the people we camp with were else where (the people who put out the bounty). They had to casmp by the royals to cook for them. But there wasn't space for us. Though there was space for others who showed up after us. I was pissed. So we set up where we normally do - got one of the best spots in the campground (shade in the hot afternoons). We decided we should name our encampment "The Ghetto". Turns out the reason we couldn't be over with the others is that someone who belongs with the royals has a daughter who was scared by Matt when she was a child (he's a big, loud, hairy man) and didn't want him near her. She 18 now! Hello, get over it! You were 8 when he scared you!
Anyway, we set up, had a great time, met new people (Vance, Merrik and Gwen, also the Canadians from Wisconsin {I still don't know the story behind that one}) who camped next to us, and partied hard.
I got to see The Bob (who got an important award) and met his good friend Batty. Seth showed up early and is officially part of "The Ghetto". Seth is still here - he came home with us. He and Matt are making sure his truck doesn't self destruct while he's on the road going to SCA events. He's going to show me some jewelry making stuff tonight - I love to learn new techniques. I also got my amber pendant he's been holding for the past year for me.
One of the best parts of War is that Matt's ex didn't show up. I'm so happy I'm almost wanting to go to her blog and thank her for not showing - but I know that could cause problems, so I'm trying to hold back.
One of the worst parts is that Ellie got a horrible sunburn. Her forehead and lower arms were swolen. I think she had a case of sun poisoning. I had very mild sun poisoning on the tops of my feet myslf from the trip. I've had sun poisoning before - so I know how it looks and feels.
I got a great tan from being out there in the sun all weekend (almost a week). My mohawk looks so much better now that I'm not ghostly. That and my blue eyes pop more with the tan. My upper body is quite tan, but my legs are not so much. Need to work on them.
Now, for the funniest part of the trip. Da left us a watermellon when he left on Sunday. I got bored and drew a face on it. On the top I wrote "Rodrigo, Ghetto Prince". Well, on Monday, after everything was packed - absolutely EVERYTHING was off the ground - the stuff that would be sitting in passengers laps were piled on the hoods of the cars - everything was done. We pulled out Rodrigo, The Ghetto Prince and put him in the middle of us circled. I took Seth's claymore, Matt made a speech about Rodrigo, we cheered him - then I beheaded him! One slice down the center, then we turned him a 1/4 turn and nailed him again. Jon then turned him over and we nailed him twice more. We each took a huge chunk of watermellon and dove in. I shoved my face into it and ate like a heathen. When I couldn't get any deeper I pulled chunks out with my fist. We were all acting like heathens - then someone yelled "watermellon fight!" It was all over - the five of us pulling out handfulls of watermellon and throwing them at each other. I was wearing a bra and a bikini bottom - I had watermellon everywhere. Jon decided watermellon rinds made good hats - so he put one on my head and ground it down, Matt put watermellon down my bikini bottom. Finally when we were done we threw the rinds in the woods for the critters and trooped off to the pool laughing so hard we couldn't breathe. Luckily we were the only Scadians (SCA members) there (other than people way on the other side who couldn't see us). Though there were some seasonals who prolly saw us with the watermellon - but there was no one in the pool. There was an employee who was just finishing cleaning it though. Ellie was in jeans and a t-shirt - she stripped and jumped in naked. We were laughing sooooo hard. The pool was too cold for me and would have given me abdominal spasms - so I went to the shower. There were seeds in my bra, watermellon in my bikini bottom (thought I'd gotten it all out). I took the barettes out of my hair - there were chunks and seeds. when I thought I was done I found a huge chunk behind my left ear.
The watermellon fight was so much fun that we decided we had started a new tradition and are going to name a new "Ghetto Prince" to exicute and cannibalize each year. I need to email the others and tell them what they missed.
When we got home all the critters missed us. All the baby rats had grown a lot The boys are almost as big as mom, and it's harder to tell mom from the girls just glancing in the tank) and the cats have been all over us. Kapok has been screaming his head off and Spike has been bugging Matt whenever he goes on his computer and has been bugging me all night. He can't seem to get enough of us.
Other than that all seems to be well. Saturday I turn 32, and this is not a big year for me. For some reason the number 32 doesn't bother me at all. Then Mom comes up to Maine the following Friday with her new beau. I can't wait to meet the man who's stolen my mother's heart. As far as I've heard he's been very good to her, but I need to see this for myself. He better be good to her or he will have to deal with me. I have my Westbrook Doc appointment that day, so Ellie, Jon, Matt and I will prolly meet up with Mom and Russ after that in Portland. Should be interesting.
Guess that's all for now, othe rthan the hopes that it gets a little cooler here. Not much, jsut ten degrees cooler would be nice.
Later days,
Ken
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
War
Now, this is not about what is going on in any foreign parts of the world. What I'm refering to is the Great Northeastern War - and SCA event.
We - family and friends - attend this event every year and spend time with people we don't get to see any other time due to different lifestyles and long distances.
Normally it's great fun and lots of drinking. Though this year it might not be.
It has come to our attention that someone has put a bounty on my boyfriend's head at this even. At first we thought it was going to be on the battlefield - as they dress up in armor and hit each other with sticks. Then it came to our attention that Matt wasn't the only one with a bounty on his head. It turns out that a friend of ours who doesn't battle also has a bounty on his head. This person doesn't fight because he has such a bad back that one wrong shot would put him in a wheelchair for life. Heck, even on the battlefield someone can be beaten to death. There are marshals on the field, but they can't watch everything at once.
So we have to be on attert at all times during this event, but we are not going to let them drive us out! We are going no matter what! The police have already been notified that there could be a big problem there.
After we found out about this we put together a list of prime suspects as to who would be willing to put up $250 for each bounty, and hates these two people so much. After much research we found out that most of our enemies are all in one place. It looks as though they've gotten together and plan on taking us out. They have all the three important things - means (there's a bunch of them to pool their money), motive (they hate us for a variety of reasons - warranted or not), and opportunity (War is a big place with a lot of people - it would be easy to jump someone and beat them badly in the dark of night).
Basically the bounty is a case of mead (honey wine), which is as good as cash at these events. So two cases of mead is about $500. I personally think it's sad that people are willing to pay this much money to have two people beaten up. I don't think they've thought this through clearly. There are so many people at War who will jump in when they see someone being attacked. Especially if that person is a girl. See, I have no problem jumping in if people are being attacked. I might be sickly and will be in the hospital if hit in specific spots due to health problems, but I'm bringing a long pole/fake battle axe that I'm not afraid to use. And if I'm injured there's a lot of money behind me for a legal battle - a heack of a lot more than all our enemies put together. Having multi-millionaire backers has it's benefits!
So, as to how we found out about this. Matt got a note from a friend who knows he's paranoid and wouldn't freak him out if it wasn't warranted. Seems as though this wormy guy we know, and thought was a decent sort was running his mouth that he was planning on collecting the bounty. Now, I think this is funny as hell as there is no way in hell this person could injure a person three times his size - on or off the battlefield. I'm not saying a small guy can't beat a big guy - I'm saying THIS small guy can't beat THIS big guy. A good big guy will beat a good small guy any day. The thing is this small guy isn't good - he has a big ego and is a wanna-be goth pagan. But he is a pussy under all his talk. There are others who might be able to do it, but we have a few aces up our sleeves - I won't write about them now in case someone who knows about all this is reading this. I'll just let them wait to find out the hard way (maniacal laughter).
Now, as to who we think has put out the hit on us (I say us because I'm taking this personally. If there's a hit out on Matt, then it's on me too in my mind). His ex is back in the area and is trying (poorly) to build a commune in our hometown. She has brainwashed all sorts of people into thinking Matt is evil. I think this is hysterical as the people who lived with them both during the time he was supposedly soooooooo horrible to her are still friends with Matt and hate her. That's something that might just make you wonder about the truth. If you would like to read her rantings go to http://www.livejournal.com/users/ms_lorelei/ for the most pathetic stuff look at her earliest postings - they are quite funny. Though even funnier is the July 7th of this year's post. Get over yourself - It's been years since you've last seen him - Move on and get a life!!! Added to her commune are others who dislike Matt, myself and the person who has the other bounty on his head. See, the same place Matt's ex lived with him also (later) housed a family of 6. They needed a place to live and Matt needed the rent money to pay the mortgage. The thing is they never paid a penny in the 6-8 monthes they lived there and trashed the house so bad that we had to take a much lower asking price to get out from under it all. There was over $35,000 lost in the sale due to these people. Of course they left on bad terms and blame us. They owe me $4,000 in child care. Once I realized I wasn't getting paid for my services I said I was done taking care of their 4 kids. Then they'd leave and go to work. The kids would be in the house with me - What was I supposed to do? Let the 1 year old starve and stink? Let the 4 and 5 year olds starve and destroy they house even worse? Hell no, so I got stuck taking care of them for much longer, but I kept track of all the hours and tabulated a bill. The 12 year old I helped because I wanted to, she was a good kid - I liked her a lot. Long after they finally left and we were homeless, then found a place to live I ran into her, the "Skanky Bitch" as I call her, at Wal-Mart. She accused me of stealing her Mainecare card and using it at the hospital the week before. I'd been out of the state a week before. She also accused me of stealing her last couple of pay checks from Wal-Mart (from which she was fired from) and cashing them. We have the same bank. So I went to talk to the bank and they had a good laugh and said they wouldn't let me cash her checks and vise-versa. The only way I could have gotten these thing would have been through the mail. See, she never changed her address when she moved out because there were so many people looking for her for money. But, we'd seen he and given her mail well after she lost her job and I gave her the checks. See, she thinks we still live in the old house, which is the only way I could have gotten her card - What she didn't know was the cards had changed from a monthly paper card to a solid plastic card. If she took the time to check this she'd know what shit she was spewing and get her lies straight. But there's a car at the old house that is exactly like my old car - which is why she thinks we still live there, lol. She needs to do her research. Though, that day at Wal-Mart she followed me when I left. I went to get take-out then drove back to the town I live in. She followed me to the town line. The one thing I don't understand is that she has big problems with the cops in this town, but if she's with the commune, then she's in this town. So, I'm not sure what's going on there. As to this pagan commune there are others who belong who also are not our biggest fans - One woman who used to belong to a coven myself, Matt and Smithy (the other person w/ a bounty on his head) belonged to. Her long time boyfiend dumped her due to her looseness and she got vengefull against everyone in the coven who didn't bend over backwards to help her and kiss her ass.
So our family and closest friends know to be on the lookout for trouble. I don't think there will be any problems, but we do have a number of aces up our sleeves. Also, if they are determined enough and we don't go to War, then they will probably try to hurt us another way that could be much more dangerous and deadly - cutting brakelines, pipebombs, burning down our house, etc. We want to trace it to it's source and put these people in jail. We WILL find out who put this bounty on our heads, and we WILL make them pay - legally.
So, if you are reading this, and are the ones doing this - STOP, and STOP NOW. If you don't stop you will go to jail. Criminal threatening, conspiracy, battery, hitman for hire (no matter how bad the injuries), possible attemped murder, and this list can go on and on. And if you think the doer won't roll on you, you've got to be crazy - no one would risk jail time over a case of mead, no one.
So, that's my week. I'd love to hear any ideas anyone has on what to do about this sittuation.
Love always,
Ken
PS - Janelle cut of all her hair so I have to change my "best hair" to Lea. But Janelle got a beautiful baby girl for her troubles - I don't blame her for cutting her hair with an infant in the house.
We - family and friends - attend this event every year and spend time with people we don't get to see any other time due to different lifestyles and long distances.
Normally it's great fun and lots of drinking. Though this year it might not be.
It has come to our attention that someone has put a bounty on my boyfriend's head at this even. At first we thought it was going to be on the battlefield - as they dress up in armor and hit each other with sticks. Then it came to our attention that Matt wasn't the only one with a bounty on his head. It turns out that a friend of ours who doesn't battle also has a bounty on his head. This person doesn't fight because he has such a bad back that one wrong shot would put him in a wheelchair for life. Heck, even on the battlefield someone can be beaten to death. There are marshals on the field, but they can't watch everything at once.
So we have to be on attert at all times during this event, but we are not going to let them drive us out! We are going no matter what! The police have already been notified that there could be a big problem there.
After we found out about this we put together a list of prime suspects as to who would be willing to put up $250 for each bounty, and hates these two people so much. After much research we found out that most of our enemies are all in one place. It looks as though they've gotten together and plan on taking us out. They have all the three important things - means (there's a bunch of them to pool their money), motive (they hate us for a variety of reasons - warranted or not), and opportunity (War is a big place with a lot of people - it would be easy to jump someone and beat them badly in the dark of night).
Basically the bounty is a case of mead (honey wine), which is as good as cash at these events. So two cases of mead is about $500. I personally think it's sad that people are willing to pay this much money to have two people beaten up. I don't think they've thought this through clearly. There are so many people at War who will jump in when they see someone being attacked. Especially if that person is a girl. See, I have no problem jumping in if people are being attacked. I might be sickly and will be in the hospital if hit in specific spots due to health problems, but I'm bringing a long pole/fake battle axe that I'm not afraid to use. And if I'm injured there's a lot of money behind me for a legal battle - a heack of a lot more than all our enemies put together. Having multi-millionaire backers has it's benefits!
So, as to how we found out about this. Matt got a note from a friend who knows he's paranoid and wouldn't freak him out if it wasn't warranted. Seems as though this wormy guy we know, and thought was a decent sort was running his mouth that he was planning on collecting the bounty. Now, I think this is funny as hell as there is no way in hell this person could injure a person three times his size - on or off the battlefield. I'm not saying a small guy can't beat a big guy - I'm saying THIS small guy can't beat THIS big guy. A good big guy will beat a good small guy any day. The thing is this small guy isn't good - he has a big ego and is a wanna-be goth pagan. But he is a pussy under all his talk. There are others who might be able to do it, but we have a few aces up our sleeves - I won't write about them now in case someone who knows about all this is reading this. I'll just let them wait to find out the hard way (maniacal laughter).
Now, as to who we think has put out the hit on us (I say us because I'm taking this personally. If there's a hit out on Matt, then it's on me too in my mind). His ex is back in the area and is trying (poorly) to build a commune in our hometown. She has brainwashed all sorts of people into thinking Matt is evil. I think this is hysterical as the people who lived with them both during the time he was supposedly soooooooo horrible to her are still friends with Matt and hate her. That's something that might just make you wonder about the truth. If you would like to read her rantings go to http://www.livejournal.com/users/ms_lorelei/ for the most pathetic stuff look at her earliest postings - they are quite funny. Though even funnier is the July 7th of this year's post. Get over yourself - It's been years since you've last seen him - Move on and get a life!!! Added to her commune are others who dislike Matt, myself and the person who has the other bounty on his head. See, the same place Matt's ex lived with him also (later) housed a family of 6. They needed a place to live and Matt needed the rent money to pay the mortgage. The thing is they never paid a penny in the 6-8 monthes they lived there and trashed the house so bad that we had to take a much lower asking price to get out from under it all. There was over $35,000 lost in the sale due to these people. Of course they left on bad terms and blame us. They owe me $4,000 in child care. Once I realized I wasn't getting paid for my services I said I was done taking care of their 4 kids. Then they'd leave and go to work. The kids would be in the house with me - What was I supposed to do? Let the 1 year old starve and stink? Let the 4 and 5 year olds starve and destroy they house even worse? Hell no, so I got stuck taking care of them for much longer, but I kept track of all the hours and tabulated a bill. The 12 year old I helped because I wanted to, she was a good kid - I liked her a lot. Long after they finally left and we were homeless, then found a place to live I ran into her, the "Skanky Bitch" as I call her, at Wal-Mart. She accused me of stealing her Mainecare card and using it at the hospital the week before. I'd been out of the state a week before. She also accused me of stealing her last couple of pay checks from Wal-Mart (from which she was fired from) and cashing them. We have the same bank. So I went to talk to the bank and they had a good laugh and said they wouldn't let me cash her checks and vise-versa. The only way I could have gotten these thing would have been through the mail. See, she never changed her address when she moved out because there were so many people looking for her for money. But, we'd seen he and given her mail well after she lost her job and I gave her the checks. See, she thinks we still live in the old house, which is the only way I could have gotten her card - What she didn't know was the cards had changed from a monthly paper card to a solid plastic card. If she took the time to check this she'd know what shit she was spewing and get her lies straight. But there's a car at the old house that is exactly like my old car - which is why she thinks we still live there, lol. She needs to do her research. Though, that day at Wal-Mart she followed me when I left. I went to get take-out then drove back to the town I live in. She followed me to the town line. The one thing I don't understand is that she has big problems with the cops in this town, but if she's with the commune, then she's in this town. So, I'm not sure what's going on there. As to this pagan commune there are others who belong who also are not our biggest fans - One woman who used to belong to a coven myself, Matt and Smithy (the other person w/ a bounty on his head) belonged to. Her long time boyfiend dumped her due to her looseness and she got vengefull against everyone in the coven who didn't bend over backwards to help her and kiss her ass.
So our family and closest friends know to be on the lookout for trouble. I don't think there will be any problems, but we do have a number of aces up our sleeves. Also, if they are determined enough and we don't go to War, then they will probably try to hurt us another way that could be much more dangerous and deadly - cutting brakelines, pipebombs, burning down our house, etc. We want to trace it to it's source and put these people in jail. We WILL find out who put this bounty on our heads, and we WILL make them pay - legally.
So, if you are reading this, and are the ones doing this - STOP, and STOP NOW. If you don't stop you will go to jail. Criminal threatening, conspiracy, battery, hitman for hire (no matter how bad the injuries), possible attemped murder, and this list can go on and on. And if you think the doer won't roll on you, you've got to be crazy - no one would risk jail time over a case of mead, no one.
So, that's my week. I'd love to hear any ideas anyone has on what to do about this sittuation.
Love always,
Ken
PS - Janelle cut of all her hair so I have to change my "best hair" to Lea. But Janelle got a beautiful baby girl for her troubles - I don't blame her for cutting her hair with an infant in the house.
