Rainbows & Butterflies

DragonCon 2008 was one of the best conventions I've ever attended. It was a lot of fun, especially when you see and visit with loved ones.

The good:

Family and friends: Betty, Sonia, Dad, Joyce, Sherry, Joe, Shawnie, KarenLynn, Mark, Brenda, Rob, Sidney, Kim, and Brock.

They make the convention what it is: the heart and soul. I love them, very much so.

Ami Dolenz: The friendliest celeb I ever met. Down to earth and non-standoff-ish. An A+ class act. We shared childhood stories.

Lance Henriksen: Witty and intelligent. His stories are excellent, shared at his WoF table and panels. Friendly, also. Another class act.

Peter S. Beagle: Also a class act. I wish there were more people like Mister Beagle in the world, he is awesome times a million.

Beau Bridges: He talked to Sherry and Joyce, being a gentleman among the ladies. Mister Bridges is awesome cakes, friendly and smiling.

Virginia Hey: Friendly kind. She engages in awesome conversations, you feel like old friends meeting again. One hundred percent cool.

Morena Baccarin and JCB: Classy ladies, smiling and friendly. Two thumbs up for their awesomeness, they rock!

Linda Blair: Told her that I enjoyed her in Supernatural. With a smile, she said thanks. She has no attitude and snobby manner. She is nice and down to earth, a great combination.

The Wrestlers: Oh. My. Goodness. These wrestlers rock hard, men and women both! We went to the wrestling event Friday night and for the hours we were there I was on the edge of my seat - cheering, yelling, screaming, rooting for my favorites, booing the bad guys. Sherry and I got to meet two of the wrestlers (one of them was Austin Creed and I can't remember (old memory and brain) the other yet they both rocked equally. We had photos taken with them, both gentlemen - friendly and nice. The women were equally neat. Got to chat with Christy Hemme and she was friendly.

The bad:

Those in a hurry who decided to push my family and friends out of the way. Not nice, not cool. Yes, that's me, yelling at you. Please do not treat my loved ones as inatimate objects, shoving them to get to your goal. I know you have places to go, people to see: you'll get there in good time. Have manners, respect, politeness, and care/concern for and of your fellow con-goers and surroundings.

Treat others the way you wish to be treated, thanks.

The ugly:

Anonymous: I am not naming names yet this celebrity was aloof and withdrawn. Makes me regret paying for this ones autograph, wishing for a rewind button, erasing the past, rewriting the present and future. Because of the way I was treated, I cannot view this person as any character they did/are/will play. Once this person signed, this individual left the table, moving away with a scowl on its face. Not cool.

Anonymous: To the indivudal who cut in front of me (neat costume, mean person) and the celebrity we met. High and mighty attiudes do not fly well with me. You seemed upset that I was thanking you for a role you once played. Like you wished I would get an autograph and get out of the way. Well I was planning to get an autograph until you acted the way you did. I am not asking for the best friend of the world treatment. I am asking to be treated like a human being instead of some blabbering lump of fat and trash you considered me to be. Don't worry, I will not badmouth you by name, you will remain anonymous, as well as the person in costume will remain. Maybe you were just having a bad day or you received sad news. I can understand that, it happens to all of us one time and another, and crises and tragedies change behavior.

I am excited about DragonCon 2009, can't wait! :-)

DragonCon is nearing time. I am excited. The best part of going to the convention is hugging loved ones of family and friends...those who make your heart smile. To talk and visit, to share happy memories, to see their familiar and friendly faces.

To see their smiling faces...

...Dad...Joyce...Sherry...Shawn...Joe...KarenLynn...Mark...Brenda...Rob...and others.

Family and friends, bless them all. I love them.

Last Saturday, a family/friend and I were at a thrift shop, looking around, finding great bargains and enjoying each others company.

A radio was nearby, playing loud enough for store patrons and employees could hear the melodies.

It was a 80s themed weekend edition (Star98, I think). I was softly singing along, tapping my feet subtly.

Then, a song came on that stopped me in my tracks. My heart was in my throat. Not this song, not now. My heart cried.

Paul Young's 'Everytime You Go Away'.

It was one of Grandma Wanda's favorite songs - and one of her favorite artists like Elvis and Prince was.

This song was played at her funeral last August. I was told that she played this song in hospice a lot, soothing and comforting.

I apologized to my buddy and moved to another part of the store. It wasn't fair to her to see me crying, sobbing, and blubbering.

I was a little girl again, missing her GiGi.

Damn the ovarian cancer that took her away. I want to tell the cancer 'Fuck you for hurting her!'.

I want to dial the number I have commited to memory, to tell her I love her, to hear her smiling voice and beautiful laughter.

For the sake of other loved ones and myself, I want her back, to hold her hands, to share ice cream and dreams with her once more.

I feel selfish demanding she return. For when she was alive, the cancer was painful and now she is at peace with Grandpa and Vince.

In Heaven.

She would want her loves ones to rejoice her life not mourn her death. She was brave and would want us to be brave, strong, courageous.

I am healing and smile when I think of her, an angel above.

Bless you, Grandma Wanda. I love you and promise to always keep our memories shared in my heart.

My apologies for being a stranger. I didn't mean for that to happen. Truly I didn't. *friendship hugs*

Someone asked me to compose five facts about me that others may not know.

First, I sing in the car. Loud and off-key. 'Tis not a pretty visual.

Second, I like The Spice Girls. There I said it. This ties in with number one.

Third, I love Disney movies. I laugh, cary, sing along (back to number one, lol).

Fourth, I love Law & Order (any of them). I could watch that, Cold Case, and any CSI series twenty-four hours a day.

Fifth, I have OCD. No kidding, no joking. I'm serious. I have problems with light switches and hand washing. Yeah, I'm strange.

I changed the journal and mood theme. Something new for 2008, Buffy style. :)

I also changed my AOL IM messenger name to rainydayskates. I have not been on on AOL IM in forever. I am not ignoring anyone, I promise.

Friendship,
kimmie/kait

I watched Cold Case last night, a syndicated episode from a few years ago. It was the best episode I have ever seen. The acting, characters, plot, settings, and heart created a compelling universe. Watching this, I ran through a gamit of emotions: happiness, sadness, grief. Each of these involved actors were superb and sublime, talented in their own unique right.

I might start watching Lost again. I love the show (Charlie is my favorite character) yet I was hooked on another channel, viewing another.

Thanks to the comment a great friend and Supernatural buddy left recently. It was great!

I wish Buffy was still on - a crossover between the Summerverse and Supernatural would be excellent.

Okay, I'm done rambling. Off to hug the puppy and the girls.

I watched TV yet I am getting into reading again also. Since I was a kid, I loved to read. To this day, I have favorite authors and stories.

Some of these aforementioned authors are published - famous and obscure. The rest are not published yet though they should be.

The latter should have their works of art shown to the world, truly shared. These offline and online friends and family are talented, geniuses.

In them, I see future Steven Kings. Their storytelling is magnificent, a gift to the reader.

There is beauty in a book: alternate worlds, fascinating characters, settings and sights. It can be the past, present, and future.

When I was a child, in elementary school, I had wonderful parents. Yet, I was bullied at school for being different than others.

I was not preppy. I was not a jock. I was not a class clown. I blended in, fading into the wallpaper, the proverbial wallflower.

I read to escape these children who taunted me, those same-aged tormentors who made my life a living hell, those cruel to make me cry.

I could escape into different worlds of fantasy, become the brave heroine I always wanted to be.

I wished to be beautiful, smart, witty, and fun. Most of these characters were all of the above, definitely not me as a Midwestern child.

Today, I am happy, surrounded by loved ones who dearly love me and vice versa. I am truly blessed and lucky. I am me, and I like that.

I still read, though. It is fun, the crafted word of a bard, a magical universe, of unicorns and knights, and maidens and warriors, wonderful.

I am really excited about the upcoming Torchwood season/series. Looks good.

The death of Heath Ledger is sad - his daughter will grow up never knowing her Father. That breaks my heart.

2007 taught me a lot, an important life lesson. As 2008 moves forward, I will remember these milestones, some to repeat, some not.

Despite objections from others, I am getting into Fall Out Boy's music. Good golly, it's the type of music I have been searching for.

Yes, I said the words "good golly". Call me old fashioned, it's the way I roll.

I came across a Youtube.com video with someone playing a cover of one of their songs. It is one of the best I have ever heard, an A+.

There was a kind group of people (offline and online) who wished me a happy birthday - turned 32 on the 13th.
Thanks for remembering me, I appreciate that. I offer friendship <3 and :-) hugs.

Oh. And this: http://www.titanmagazines.com/app?…
And Geek magainze. Next paycheck, I'm subscribing.

Christmas shopping almost done. Friends out of town and state starting today, returning the 27th.
Will be housesitting and petsetting (they have two dogs, three cats, and one bird).

Thank goodness Grandma has power and heat back on after the Kansas storm finished passing though.
I love her so much and wish only happiness and joy to her.

Watched the season finale of The Biggest Loser last night on NBC. To be honest, I did not watch an episode this particular season.
There is nothing wrong with the show. In fact, the entire concept is a wonderful marvel.
Seeing this reminds me that I need to lose weight. It is one of my goals for 2008.
Hopefully this time next year I will not be as overweight and be at a healthier weight for my height, body shape/style, and health.

Enjoyed watching How Do I Look? on Style - Finola is adorable and I love the way the show is set-up.

Okay, enough babbling. Back to work.

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The holidays are coming around the corner. And I am full of emotions. Happy, sad, angry, reflective.

I am happy because I am blessed for the loved ones in my life - they make me who I am, help me be a better person.

Family and friends are my heart, spirit, and soul. From day one, they have supported me and my dreams.

And I love them dearly.

This includes my livejournal family and friends - those who make me smile and rejoice for the wonderful angels they are.

Next, there is a sense of sadness. Wistful and thinking of memories past. I miss my Grandma Wanda. Her birthday is coming in December, near mine. I can't call her, say I love her, send her gifts that are themes of Elvis Presley, Prince, and Glenn Ford, and Paul Young. No longer can I hear her rich laughter, the stories of past, gossip with her about "soapies" and Dancing With the Stars. I miss her so much. She was beautifully Wanda, a unique individual, with a heart the size of a million states of Texas. You are loved very much so, GiGi.

I'm angry, furious even. Cancer took away GiGi. Her husband also died of cancer, both fighting bravely and with courage. I pray that there is a cure for cancer someday. Cancer touches so many lives in a negative way. Yet it has the strange power of bringing family and friends closer.

I'm angry, pissed even, about a certain few people in my life. I do for them, give my best, wishing and wanting their happiness. Once in a while, I ask for a small favor (nothing like physical items and doings, more like emotional favors) and they tell me "I'm too busy. Sorry." or I never hear from them, being ignored and slighed. It hurts, it really does. It gets my trust issues changed, making me wary of letting my guard down.

I am reflective - thinking of memories past, present snapshots, and future keepsakes. My mind and heart keeps these close, cherishing and treasuring these special events and blessings. 

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