Grannie ~

Although it's somewhat childish and silly, I wanted to send you off with some reflections. More for me, perhaps, than you, but with the most sincere of intentions.

My immediate impression of you about five years ago was that of infinite warmth and acceptance. You and Gramps were at once welcoming of me as Ed's girlfriend; and your door was always open to me, even in his absence.

Any one of us would have loved to see you walk again ~ and the strides you did make! ~ but it was never to be. Ed will likely always revile goats because of it. (I've never been altogether fond of them anyway.)

But really, the purpose of these unspoken words is to voice the deep regret I feel when considering your death.

Regret that we couldn't have more time with you.

Regret that you will never see us wed.

Regret that you will never know your great~grandchildren.

For the brief time I did know you, I loved you in return; accepted you in return.

We will miss you, Grannie.

I will miss you.

Helen Osborne

2/21/1920 - 5/6/2009

"Invictus"

{The best to come from the worst.}

Maya: Hey.
Maya: I appreciate the random lurking.
Hell: hey darling
Hell: heh
Hell: I'm creepy
Maya: No, not creepy. Supportive in a way.
Hell: cool. I'm sorry it's being rough for you.
Maya: I had a really detrimental panic attack at work and now it's come down to I leave or get fired pretty soon.
Hell: I wield whimsy to banish sorrow.
Hell: oh poop
Hell: that's ass
Maya: Ed's Gram was dying (is dead now) and I needed off work to go see her with him, and they were like, no. Find coverage.
Maya: I eventually did but not before freaking out and involving upper escelons (or whatever that word is). Now I'm being cited for insubordination and whatever other foibles my once friend could come up with.
Hell: yah, tragically places that are cool with that are in the minority
Hell: /comfort
Maya: Well the irony is that it drew me into thinking it was.
Maya: Or I would never have revealed that side of my life.



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Maya: I've never really felt in control.
Maya: That there's always a contrary force at play.
Maya: But I always try. Because I have to.
Hell: aye
Maya: I've just given so much to this damn place for betrayal to sit well. But I knew. I knew when they "fired" me the first time lol.
Hell: allowing yourself to get hung up on their bullshit is the same thing as letting them win.
Hell: Stand above it.
Maya: I just . . . am so angry I let myself believe it was the place of potential I knew it could be than what it really is.
Hell: yah,
Hell: i know.
Hell: the best revenge is living well.

ABC's of Me.

From Madam Wench.

Age: 24, gonna be 25! My quarter life crisis fast approaches!
Bed Size: Queen, although more like full once Tobias has way.
Chore You Hate: Cleaning the bathroom. Anyone who does not SIT to PEE should be made to.
Dog's Name: None yet.
Essential Start Your Day Item: Consciousness.
Favourite Colour: Earthtones.
Gold, Silver, or Platinum: Silver. I want my wedding band to merge silver and gold together.
Height: 5'4''.
Instruments You Play: Piano. I'm fairly good at dabbling on foreign ones.
Job Title: Animal Care Technician, Lost & Found Coordinator, Offsite Adoption Counselor.
Kid(s): 2 mebbe! No where near ready for them now.
Living Arrangements: A 2BR townhouse with my love.
Mom's Name: Tracy.
Nicknames: Variations of my given name, Elflocks, BanDan.
Overnight Hospital Stay: The first rule about inpatient is you don't talk about inpatient.
Pet Peeves: I get angsty about aspects of the shelter a lot.
Quote from a Movie: I more often quote Family Guy. My latest fav is Peter's rendition of Axel F.
Right or Left Handeed: Left.
Siblings: Two younger brothers.
Time You Wake Up: Whenever of my own will, an hour before shifts otherwise.
Underwear: None!
Vegetable You Dislike: Any bean besides the string variety.
Ways You Run Late: Hitting the snooze button.
Yummy Food You Like: I'm up for trying most anything.
Zoo Favourite: I haven't been to a zoo in a significant amount of time. Exotics are always intriguing.