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Steak goes on bruises, right?
Aug. 25th, 2010 11:41 amGot out to HL practice eventually last night. Had the beginning of a tension headache.
Got in kit. Only 3 other people there, one suiting up for the first time.
Headache was getting no better.
Got to play with his Excellency, Kai for a while. I gave him very little fight.
I have a lovely bruise from the point of my hip all the way back around my ass though, as a reminder that a) I need more armor there now that I've ditched the Plated Battle Tutu and b) cover that side, damnit.
After a bit, we popped tops and talked through some stuff. Mostly about attacks - I'm over thinking engagement, in my mind seeing how they are going to counter anything I throw at them. Because of this, my attacks are half-hearted. As he put it "If you going to do something, do it with zest."
I have to stop thinking about how people are going to react and just do it. Confidently.
Also worked on reactions to reactions. Twisting at the hips, not at the upper body (which hm Edward has also demonstrated to me before.) It boiled down to a lot of "You got hips, Girl. Use 'em!"
If at this point my brain hadn't been trying to leak out of my right temple, I likely would have played more, but I was content to watch he and Tegan dance around at S&B and two stick. They were a delight to watch, but the noise was only making things worse.
Finally made my way home, poured myself a hot cup of tea, gave it a healthy dollop of honey and a generous splash of scotch and tucked myself to bed.
Woke up and still have the damned headache. Battling it with a combo of hydration and a handful of FighterSkittles... err.. .Aleve.
Talked to HorseChaser and she also has one, so at least I'm not alone.
Oh, and apparently, Dad went and bought another steer with no thought to actually talking about it with any of his partner/daughters. No thought to who was going to be home to receive it, or where or when it's going to be processed, or *what it's going to eat since the pastures are at capacity* or anything.
Fanfuckingtastic.
HorseChaser will eek something out, I'm sure, but if she doesn't come home from Colorado, I can't blame her.
*EDIT - After talking to Mom, the keeper of all things sane, the new steer "Frogger", (I can't make this shit up,) is only going to hang out for a few months. Then he'll hang out for a few more months, but in delicious portable parts form. Sorry, all his quarters are spoken for already.
SEE? COMMUNICATION. IT WORKS.
Meh.
French toast and peaches for dinner, methinks.
- K.
Got in kit. Only 3 other people there, one suiting up for the first time.
Headache was getting no better.
Got to play with his Excellency, Kai for a while. I gave him very little fight.
I have a lovely bruise from the point of my hip all the way back around my ass though, as a reminder that a) I need more armor there now that I've ditched the Plated Battle Tutu and b) cover that side, damnit.
After a bit, we popped tops and talked through some stuff. Mostly about attacks - I'm over thinking engagement, in my mind seeing how they are going to counter anything I throw at them. Because of this, my attacks are half-hearted. As he put it "If you going to do something, do it with zest."
I have to stop thinking about how people are going to react and just do it. Confidently.
Also worked on reactions to reactions. Twisting at the hips, not at the upper body (which hm Edward has also demonstrated to me before.) It boiled down to a lot of "You got hips, Girl. Use 'em!"
If at this point my brain hadn't been trying to leak out of my right temple, I likely would have played more, but I was content to watch he and Tegan dance around at S&B and two stick. They were a delight to watch, but the noise was only making things worse.
Finally made my way home, poured myself a hot cup of tea, gave it a healthy dollop of honey and a generous splash of scotch and tucked myself to bed.
Woke up and still have the damned headache. Battling it with a combo of hydration and a handful of FighterSkittles... err.. .Aleve.
Talked to HorseChaser and she also has one, so at least I'm not alone.
Oh, and apparently, Dad went and bought another steer with no thought to actually talking about it with any of his partner/daughters. No thought to who was going to be home to receive it, or where or when it's going to be processed, or *what it's going to eat since the pastures are at capacity* or anything.
Fanfuckingtastic.
HorseChaser will eek something out, I'm sure, but if she doesn't come home from Colorado, I can't blame her.
*EDIT - After talking to Mom, the keeper of all things sane, the new steer "Frogger", (I can't make this shit up,) is only going to hang out for a few months. Then he'll hang out for a few more months, but in delicious portable parts form. Sorry, all his quarters are spoken for already.
SEE? COMMUNICATION. IT WORKS.
Meh.
French toast and peaches for dinner, methinks.
- K.
