First off - YAY for lon_dubh's MOOKLETTE and her dancing troupe for getting to Nationals! *happy Snoopy dance*

Abbreviated report for today, as I'm battling a monster headache and an overexcited Boy chattering away at high speed.

Jason Momoa is a sweetheart. He shared his Yukon Jack with a veritable group of strangers (me included). I wonder if he remembers Saturday night at all. *chuckle* One drunken fanlady became obsessed with the lovely feather in Jason's hair and kept flicking it. It took a few minutes of her doing that sporadically before he growled out "If whoever that is doesn't stop flicking my feather, I'm gonna fucking pound 'em." *chuckle* Poor woman was quite apologetic to me, since I claimed to be the one (seeing as how I was less inebriated than her) flicking the giant man. I'm still wondering if she was drunk, high, or maybe both. ;) Also, I did give him a mildy hard time about using lyndasty's husband (little Jason *chuckle*) as a human shield for an emergency potty break. Big Jason claimed that he didn't remember, as he was pretty loaded at that D*Con, and that "I make NO promises" when I demanded he promise NOT to do that again. *snicker*

Jason does have a small scar from that moron that broke a beer bottle on his face. >:( I volunteered the services of one of my dear friend's friends, who are quite adept at breaking knees and other body parts, to "take care of" the jerk. Jason smiled and said that jail time should do the job just as well.

Rachel was absolutely lovely (and taller than me, WOEZ), and was positively glowing whenever she talked about her son Caden. He was there at the Con with Rachel's mum-in-law, and thankfully they were left undisturbed the whole weekend... so far as I know.

Chris Heyerdahl is one tall drink of yummy water. *hums* Whenever I go to Shore Leave, I wear my pair of demon horns, and it's gotten to the point that people won't recognize me without 'em. Heh. Chris strode past me on his way to the autograph table, turned on his heel and grinned misceivously - "Well, aren't you a horny little thing." I think I blushed, *chuckle*, as I grinned back and agreed in a chirpy voice. Also? Chris wandered all around the Con unescorted the entire weekend, and he's just so open and engaging and talkative! That man is made of WIN. I did manage to ask him about his stint in Japan playing Jesus Christ in that play, and he beamed at me and sincerely thanked me for asking him about it. He loved his time in Japan, and had wonderful things to say about the actors he worked with there. I hope he gets the chance to go there again to work.

What else? Oh, SO MUCH. Oh... OH! Dean and I KILLED at Masquerade. *huge cheeky grin* When we walked offstage, many in the crowd were screaming "AN-I-MAL! AN-I-MAL!!" *snickersnort* We won Judge's Choice, and I gave Ethan Phillips a t-shirt that Dean printed up when we were presented with the award. Ethan (again, what a sweet man!) made a point to go back and retrieve the shirt when his part in the awards presentation was over. Oh, and it was Ethan and Chris Heyerdahl who were the celebrity judges. Man, what a great night!

Oh, one more thing before I pop more painkillers and collapse on the couch - lon_dubh, that strange phone number that tried to call you yesterday was Tex. He wanted to tell you that he misses you and hopes your daughter and her troupe did well yesterday. He specifically said- "That girl always makes me smile; she's just so much fun to be around."

All right, the kiddo's itching to spend time with me as well as computer out, so I'm off to continue the recovery. Will talk later and post the few pictures I managed to take before the camera died this weekend. ;)
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In my coin collection I inherited from my dad (even though he's not dead and most of it came from my grandfather, who is), I found two Indian head pennies dated 1907, and a Nazi Five Pfennig Reich coin dated 1942.

Any ideas on wehether they're worth anything? They're no way even close to great/excellent condition... as a matter of fact, they're all quite worn and dirty.

Just wondering, since I think they're fairly rare?

Off to bed, and then in the morn... Shore Leave... YAY! *\O/*
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I've been talking about my beloved gramma so much the last... what? Eight... nine months? Yeah, sounds about right. Anyway, I took some really good pictures of her this weekend, and I wanted to share.

She's lost a LOT of weight, and is only seventy-five pounds (or a little over thirty-four kilos), give or take a few. Yeah, I know, right? But still... it's gramma. And she is so very precious to me, even when she's lost so much from the strokes, you know?

Already looking forward to when we go up in two weeks to drop off Sam with the mum-in-law for his two week summer camp. *\o/* Then I can see gramma again! *\O/*
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TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! *\o/*

*snicker*

Yes, it is my birthday today. My gramma, sweetheart that she is, smiled at me and asked if I was twenty-six. *chuckle* Alas, no, gramma, you have to add ten years. I know, I know, I've grown up!

Okay, maybe out is more accurate. *snicker*

Thank you to mckays_girl and lon_dubh for the virtual gifts. *huggles*

I hope everyone had a lovely weekend - and for the Americans, that you were able to see fireworks this year and have a pleasant time with family and friends. I sure did.

Later, I'll post a pic of my beloved gramma I took this weekend while visiting with her.
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My beloved lon_dubh has been following Paul Ben-Victor's Twitter, and this is what he posted yesterday:

"Getting ready for the big day sunday!!! PBV and Julie tie the knot!"

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Thing is? I just BET his mom is giving him such shit - "So, when will I have grandchildren?"
*snickersnort*

Okay, so maybe it's Paul's dad. Hell, I wanna see PBV babies! Oh hell, they'd be frickin' adorable seeing as how Julie's a frickin' knockout.

Hunh. Wonder if it's gonna be a traditional Jewish wedding? Does anyone know if Paul still practices/engages? /idle wondering

Okay, I feel the need to post well-wishes for him and Julie. Anyone wish to join me?
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What do I open a .lit document with? I did something I think is stupid and changed the .lit tag to .doc, but no matter what I try to convert it from and to, I get completely unreadable garble.

Help?
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If you haven't heard, the Red Line (subway Metro system) on the North Eastern side of Washington D.C. had a major crash of two of the trains, with two confirmed fatalities and over forty wounded that've been transported to three local hospitals.

I didn't know about it until a half-hour ago, when Sam and I were coming in from his therapy appointment, and my mother-in-law called my cell phone. Pretty much was freaking out. My husband, J, takes the Red Line home on Mondays, and she's unfamiliar with the schematics of D.C.'s metro system. Luckily for my family (though unfortunately not for others) J's side of the Red Line wasn't the area the crash occurred. So, he's fine, and his cousin's husband (who does take that part of the Red Line occasionally) is also fine. Luckily he drove his Prius today. *whew*

I. I just...

I am so angry right now. This is supposed to be the friggin' crown jewel of the USA, and our Metro System is a stinking joke. Never enough funds to properly maintain the system, let alone fix things, and then something like this happens.

AUGH.

The traffic is going to royally SUCK this week, as I'm sure lots of people are going to stay away from the Metro System for a while. And you know what? I don't blame them one bit.
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ETA: Four confirmed dead, and it wasn't a head-on collision. One train rear-ended the other.

One of my friend-aquaintences' kids seems to have strep throat, along with a roiling tummy. My babysitter's eldest is feeling icky too, and has lost her voice; poor dear sounds like a croaking bullfrog.

My throat's sore, I'm feeling a bit chilled, forehead's warmer than normal, and am now feeling nauseous. AUGH. Better just be from the greasy pizza at dinner tonight.

Anyway, am looking for gen major Rodney-whump. Angst in addition is also appreciated. Anyone have suggestions? I've read all of NotTasha's awesome tales... was just wondering what else my beloved flisters could recommend?

With that, I'm off to bed. Gracias.
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Random meme is random.

1.One of your scars, how did you get it?
I have lots of scars... most of them pretty tiny from all the years spent in food service Hell, and on my hands and forearms. The oldest scar I can remember getting was when I snitched my mom's Dr. Scholl's and was walking on the sidewalk/gravel path in front of our end-unit condo in Akron, PA. Feet were way too tiny for mom's sandals, and I, of course, fell. Ripped the crap outta my left knee, and still have a faint circular-ish scar.

2.What do you want more than anything right now?
To be snuggling with Desi, waiting on her hand and foot, and doing everything I can to help her feel better.
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