The Mother of the Bride dress was found today! Macy's came through again. Just needs a few small alterations (mostly taking in a bit on the side). Since black and sage are kyllo's wedding colors, we're going to look for some jade jewelry to set off this little black number.

Rain? Rain? My parents got almost 1/2 inch today. The Edwards Aquifer went up. But did WE get rain? Oh, no. It swirled all around our house, danced its teasing little dance, and made us breathe in the smell of it. But did it deliver? Hah! Our corner of the world was bone dry. *sigh*

Well, not precisely a toy, but rowanyote said she'd go in halves on a new pressure canner, since hers wasn't big enough for the quart-size jars I got, and it's a little old anyway. That put the 23 quart pressure canner I saw at Fred Meyer within our reach, and it's now sitting on the kitchen counter, awaiting applesauce! That'll be one of tonight's projects; I made the applesauce this afternoon, and now it just needs to be heated again and canned.

*happybouncyLupadances!*

First post...hey guys~

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Elemental Emptiness Month 9

This morning, so far, it is just the cats and me. The cats lodged a protest that both food dishes were empty. I knew it the moment I opened the bedroom door because all three of them were looking up at me and then proceeded to run downstairs. I followed them and they showed me their empty food bowls with that pitiful “can you do something about this” look on their faces. So I fed them and changed out their water. They are now various places around the living room catching an early cat nap.

I think I have said that I am very conflicted when the Mets play the Braves. I grew up in Atlanta so the Braves were my team even when they were really bad. My first team was the Baltimore Orioles and that has remained my AL team of choice.

Last night wasn’t about the Braves winning but about the Mets losing and how they are finding new and different ways to screw it up. Yes, a lot of the team is on the DL but I thought this was a professional ballclub not the AAA farm team come to play with the big boys. There is not a shining star among them. The pitching has been erratic at best. The fielding has been a joke. And I think they have hit into more double plays than any other team in the majors this year. The Mets are not going to post season play and I will be really interested in how they are going to try to “fix” the problem next but until then I think they should be charging minor league prices for those seats because we aren’t getting major league ball.

It is amazing to me that after exercising a little more consistently that my body’s recovery from pushing it is a little better than it was. I pushed my arms to failure yesterday and today I have a couple of twinges but no monumental body aches. I am a little more concerned about some joint pain I have this morning but I know I didn’t hyper-extend anything because I am very careful about using free weights. It was nice to “feel the burn” again while lifting. Now that Shoreleave is over, I plan to get there a little more consistently.

We watched the last episode of Eli Stone last night. I miss that series and I miss all the goofy dance numbers that they use to do before budget cuts. I miss the heck out of Pushing Daisies and Reaper too. At least there is still Better off Ted which is some brilliant comedy. Also am I the only one watching Royal Pains? It is a good show and not your usual medical show ala Hawthorne or Nurse Jackie which are both really good and worth watching but we have seen this sort of drama before.

Ariel is off to her first large MultiMusic festival since she is going to the Vans Warped Tour today. I will have to find her some sunblock that she can use because there is no shade in the parking lot where they are having this thing. She is going with some friends so we can divide the driving between families. I think I am driving to because Peter had a boatload of writing he wants to get done before leaving for San Diego.

I find it extremely creepy when a cat falls asleep with its eyes still open.

Well I guess I should use the rest of this quiet to get a few things done and drink some coffee.

I am so grateful for quiet moments before the day really winds up.

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to thtrelady! May it be spectacular and you have a wonderful year to come.

I have joined the Dark Side - which is to say I have started finding people on Facebook. Not that I've put anything on my own yet. One of these days I will. Really.

Both of these were based off of vintage pinups. I love working from vintage photos because they have a greater variety of body-type. I am especially please with Ava - I have been having LOTS of trouble with inking, so she was a challenge in that regard because heavy lines would have ruined the look, plus the shading under the sheer material was tough.





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Just in case folks missed it, I'm one of the guest bloggers over at The Wild Hunt while Jason Pitzl-Waters, the maintainer of said blog, is relocating to--yay!--Oregon.

Today was my turn--I wrote about Creating Community in a Hyperindividualized Society. Go take a peek, if you please :)

http://www.girlgeniusonline.com/comic.php?date=20090717

http://www.somethingpositive.net/sp07172009.shtml

If there are any problems with the comic or website, or if you have any questions, comments, or complaints you would like to address directly to Randy, please email him at choochoobear@gmail.com.

Dear Fandom,

Please oh Please could you just step away from the keyboard, take a deep breath, and count to 10? I swear everywhere I turn there is another form of fandom having a meltdown like a two year old on a very hot day.

I know you are upset about _____________ but do you need to slag everyone who had anything to do with it or expressed their opinion that is contrary to your own? Whatever happen to the “we are inclusive not exclusive” chant I use to hear all the time in my youth? Whatever happened to the idea that we were better than that since many of us (not all) were excluded from things when we were young for being __________? This especially goes to the “old guard” which seems bent on excluding people who are just discovering _____________.

I know this goes in cycles but right now we have seemed to have taken a downturn onto a path that isn’t very pleasant. Newer fandom, believe it or not the fans that have been doing this for a while do have a few tricks up their sleeve which are quite useful and re-inventing the wheel for the umteenth time is not going to yield anything new. Older fandom (as in longer a fan not age), the new fans have good ideas and need not be dismissed out of hand because they haven't been a fan of _________ since __________ walked the Earth.

There is a happy medium to be found in all this and I am seriously hoping that y’all find it sooner rather than later. Just remember that it is just a ______________ and I think you might feel a little better.

Sincerely,

An older fan in some cases and a new fan in others.

PS: I am grateful for the reasonable fans out there trying to get everyone to calm down and take that breath.

If I volunteer to do something or take on another project - please stop me.

So...Phil will be at San Diego Comicon at booth 1331. I won't, I'll be home working.

I have been pretty much working nonstop. It's been less than fun, in many ways. I have been rather deep in the dumps. Fortunately, I have this comic that makes me laugh...

And a husband who has been wonderful in every way...

And a back room to tear to shreds. Seriously. It's very cathartic. Once I got the books all sorted out (mostly, I just found another error in Vol.6 and have to call the printer fast to see if there's time to fix it) I got out the hammers and went to it. I did get some lots of help from my Mom's contractor friend, though. He has this tool called a Hacksall... I am now saving up for one of my own. Mmmm. Ferocious little electric hacksaw.

Tomorrow I'm going to go out and buy a crowbar.

I should go back and try to get to sleep again, instead of sitting up half the night lettering comic pages. Hah.

I woke up with a headache this morning. Meh. I am feeling very stressed. I will be glad when this weekend is over. I have the wedding, which I am looking forward to, but it's at least a 2 hour drive there which is stressful.

My little vixen was in the garden this morning. I will talk about her in a moment.

Kevin says that there were two kits in the garden this morning as well as an adult. He said that the kits were running around and one had one of my plastic flowerpots in its mouth and the other one started chasing it. The older fox got in on the chase and grabbed and held onto the tail of the little fox chasing the one with the flower pot! LOL! He said it was hilarious.

The vixen came by early and sat in the garden waiting for me. I threw her a couple of treats, and went back in to eat breakfast. She was a lot more comfortable with me this morning. Last night we had bad downpours and thundershowers with lots of thunder and lightening. I wonder if *that's* why she was so skittish?

She sat and watched me eat breakfast. Note to vixen: Even if you look at me with those fox eyes while I am eating I will not give in and give you any of my breakfast.

As we were leaving for work, out of the hedge popped one kit and then another smaller one. My vixen started licking their ears and tenderly cleaning their little fox faces. Then another adult popped their head out of the hedges. She began licking the face of this one, too. It was like a fox explosion from the hedges! When I finally left for work, they were still there together in the garden.

Today was a very busy day. I crawled reluctantly out of my nice, comfy, warm bed at 7:50 a.m... wait, let me back up. There's a short backstory to this.

We've implemented our outside-the-box patio sale this week (with mixed but mostly disappointing results) and on Tuesday I met my next door neighbor when she came to check out the goods. We've lived next door (more or less; the lot between us holds her husband's garage for fixing cars) to each other for 13 years and I'd never laid eyes on her before. I was tickled to meet her, and as we talked I learned she was involved in the new Art League/Center of Baytown (the suburb closest to where I live in Houston). She felt like a kindred spirit almost immediately, and for once wasn't someone 20 years younger than me as I tend to meet and befriend very young people, mostly online. I haven't had a local friend here since I moved here, other than short relationships with people who never made it past "acquaintance."

Susan, my neighbor, invited Kara to attend the already-in-progress Kids', (the exact term escapes me) er, we'll go with "Expo." It is three weeks of classes for various age groups, with each group meeting twice a week for two hours for a total of 12 hours per group. They were exactly halfway through as of Tuesday afternoon for Kara's group, so Susan invited her to participate for the remaining 6 hours at no cost to us, which was very kind and of course she jumped at it. I was, for my part, excited to hear the place existed at all. I've been so isolated and it just felt right.

So I got up at 7:50 to shower and get ready to have Kara there at 9. We were about five minutes late, but we made it, and we both stuck around for two hours of class and an extra hour afterward — Kara doing a sculpture while I got to know the other members and took a tour. They've got 10,000 square feet in the old artsy section of town, paid for mostly by the city for a true city art center. Their gallery exhibit space is already almost full, and there are some very talented artists there. Membership is an annual fee of $25 per person or $40 per family, and exhibit space is an additional $25 on top of that for a 4x8 wall space, along with a commission for the center for anything sold. Commission rates vary based on whether the artist volunteers any work time to the center.

They've got 3-D mixed media, paintings, prints, jewelry, pottery, and I'm sure I've forgotten all sorts of things. They're having a chair painting contest with final judging in October and I've been encouraged to enter the chair I just happened to be working on already for my brother (see a previous post). I mentioned my rather unique dreamcatchers and they're interested in me doing a class or a demo for the members, paid, which sounds great. What was really awesome was that Susan paid for Kara and I to join the Center in exchange for me helping her with organizing the books — a work in progress for her right now. I'm all kinds of gung ho and excited.

I met another kindred spirit while I was there today; her name is Donna. I felt so comfortable talking to her that I even gave her the url to this blog and to Rending the Veil, which I also shared with Susan. I understand they were going to hang out today; I've been a little nervous wondering if maybe they checked out the blog and agreed that I'm off my nut. I'm sure they had no time for such trivialities, but I haven't shared myself with offline people on first meeting like this in a good couple of decades. It's a little nerve-wracking. Donna and I discussed channeling and so forth quite a bit today (she brought it up first, too!) but Susan may feel a little blindsided by what she sees here. I want to do a general intro post in the next couple of days, if I can find time. I'll read the sticky one and see if it's enough.

Later this evening, I was blindsided by the opportunity to go see the new Harry Potter movie. It's been a lucky day for me! We went to the latest showing, and as expected it was wonderful and yet suffered massive cuts from the much more densely packed book. The ending was lovely, and all in all much was conveyed in what felt like a short film; I could've watched another thirty or forty minutes without complaint. I would have loved to have seen more on Tom Riddle's history, for instance, but they conveyed the inner conflicts of various characters really well, I thought. Based on the fact that no single movie could ever do the book justice, I give it a B+ on first viewing.

And now I am going to collapse my exhausted butt into bed and sleep. A lot, I hope. Good night.

Why am I in a relationship if we can't trust each other..

http://www.express.co.uk/posts/view/114423/Pagan-police-holiday-to-celebrate-festivals

Still sick this week, so things are going slow. But here's two more for you to enjoy! These were also based on magazine ad pictures.

Alma
5" x 7"



Umi
5" x 7"

My little vixen wasn’t very receptive tonight. She wasn’t her same jaunty self. She was skittish and kept on looking behind her as if she expected something to happen. I DID hear other foxes in the hedges. Perhaps she was chased by something. Her fur is looking pretty ragged. It’s still not looking mangy which is good.

Since she didn’t feel like “playing” tonight so I just sat out in the garden with her for about 5 minutes, left a few treats and came back in. I never force myself on her nor do I want to.

Now it is pouring rain. It won’t be a good night for her. :-( She’s hiding under the laurel bush to keep dry.

If it eases up I may go back out and leave her a little more food.

I am going to put most of this behind a cut since I know of at least 3 people who are exploring Harry Potter through the films rather than reading the books and there is no way to write this up without spoilers and, for those who read the books, there are some serious changes that would come as a bit of a surprise that I don’t want to ruin for you.

Overall I think it is a good film. The cast is solid and it is interesting that the all kids have continued to grow as actors. Most of them are over 18 and most of them will go on to have healthy careers in film, television and the stage. A couple will probably end up signing autographs at conventions for extra pocket change but overall I was impressed at what I saw. Also Michael Gambon does great as Dumbledore. I miss Richard Harris but he really couldn’t have done in the film what Mr. Gambon does.

( Review_Mit_Spoilers )

I am grateful that I saw Harry Potter in a good Movie theater with comfortable seats.

The colours of red, black and white are yours
These are the colours of the cycle of life
Intimately you know birth, death and rebirth

Crafty one, trickster, dancer between the worlds
Not one, and not the other either
These are the traits of the misunderstood

Amber eyes, always watching
Suspicious of everyone; giving your trust to few
You are the loneliest of the hunters

Often chased and killed by those that don't understand
Still you survive with your cunning and wiles
You have endured -- you will endure

We have a customer at work named Hoverdale.

I cannot stop thinking of it as a town in which the inhabitants float 5 or 6 inches off the ground…

I just got a call to say my eyeglasses were ready.

"Didn't you already get them?", I hear you say.

Oh yes, twice before and each time they were wrong.

I can't see out of them well and I get either a blue or yellow halo around things when I look up or down.

They are so poorly made I can't wear them. They distort everything. I can't drive with them and I can't use a computer.

Third time's a charm, eh?

If they don't work this time, I want my £300 back. Unfortunately I can't get back the time I spend waiting for new fittings and driving back and forth to the eye doctor's office...

Well, just as I told Kevin last night, the conservatory company, who were supposed to come out to look at the leak, didn't show up. We called their answering service and they said that they "didn't have any after hours phone numbers". Bullshit. If that's the case, why have an after hours answering service? And if that's that's really the case, then they could have taken OUR number and said that they would call us back? They didn't offer. OR they could have called us later in the evening to tell us why they didn't show earlier.

Then, Kevin calls them this morning and asks them why they didn't show and they said that an installation took longer than they thought and they "didn't have a mobile phone service where they were". Uh huh.

This is NOT a fly-by-night company and we paid a lot more to have this done by professionals since it was a big job. We have had nothing but trouble with their work. I'd hate to see what happened if we worked with another company. A £23,000 large conservatory should not have this level of service and workmanship.

If course, since we waited and waited for them to show up we couldn't look for BluRay players last night.

Oh, our dryer is making noise when it reverses. It's not even three years old.

The lid handle on my slow cooker cracked.

My HEPA filter died last night. Granted, this took a major beating as I run it almost every night and have for over four years! I have another model almost exactly the same so I swapped it out.

I am not a happy person. I cannot believe how shoddy many things are here from clothing to appliances to just workmanship in general.

I just hope to gods that I don't fall apart – I hope an arm or a leg doesn't fall off...

Sorry, just venting. ARGH.

Yesterday was the 4 year anniversary of when I met Lupa in person.

Today was the third year anniversary of our handfasting.

Two of the best days of my life.

I'm really glad Lupa and I've managed to weather the storms...because now more than ever it's getting better and better.

Love you Lovely Lupa.

Just a quick book review before I'm out for some errands:

Ancestral Magic by Moondancer Drake

Magic? Lesbian romance? An inheritance from a never-met relative? Yes, and more! But did it deliver? Click the link to read the full review!

After changing Kit, I set home down with toys to play. While putting Cub on the changing table, I knocked over a closed bottle of infant motrin. Kit, being Kit, zoomed across the room for it.

I had Cub on the table and knew I would be less that a minute. And heck, that's what child safety caps are for, right?

Less than sixty seconds. Kit opened the dang child-proof cap in less that 60 seconds.

(I know, many would say child-proof caps are a joke...but...but...he's 10 months old!!!)

We are in deep trouble.

So here it is, another wednesday/hump day/midweek peak.
Hopefully most to all of our regulars will be here tonight. I'm roasting yet another boneless leg-o-lamb, this one is huge, 5.64lbs! Can you say mutton? I knew you could (yummers!). Gonna serve it up with balsamic/olive oil/rosemary marinated red taters and steamed Asperigus (sp?)
I prolly won't bother with bread or dessert, sorry but it's *hot* here and I'm already spending too much time with the oven on. Stil it'll be good food I think, and yes, I could be talked into making a wine sauce. I wonder if I have any mead stashed away to make a sweet wine sauce? I s'pose I could use up the sherry (I can't spell amountiado so I says sherry).

Um, survived bastile day; the rebels entered only to find two old perverts locked away. Still I don't really mind being an old pervert...

I've been playing with an old foamie plane recently; remotored it last friday, flew it scatturday and liked the increase in thrust. Added landing gear on scatturday night, trike gear with a steerable nose wheel (coolness!). Not satisfied with those changes I've now built and am about to add a bomb bay. Double coolness! I can do candy drops at fly-ins, drop seeds and reseed bare patches at our local field, drop those nifty pop-crackers the kids always get at the flea market (carpet bombing anyone?) or even drop huge amounts of glitter over the pitts. Yea haw! Fairie dust all over everything! It should look really nifty all sparkely and floaty...

Next comes a tow release so I can haul up other folks gliders (if they make a tow release for their end, hey! I know, I can make up and sell light weight tow releases to the other folks at the field!).

Of course with all the hacking, chopping, and sanding the paint job looks like shit warmed over so I'll have to do a respray. Right now the plane is bright red with this black based colour changing paint that switches between bronze and purple. I'm thinking I'd like to camo it with dove grey on the underside. Yeah, Erica won't like it much, but this is a model I vcan take apart so she won't have to look at it much. Also I know I won't be able to see it in the air and I'll lose it if I land out in the bush, but hey, that's what camo is for right?

Yes, I'm a happy little pig and all this converting isn't costing a thing. I had the parts mostly and what I don't have I'm making out of scrap, yea scrap.

On the home front; Phoenix is home and doing well. Brown as a berry and growing fast.
She made out like a bandit with the grand parents, lots of new clothes, toys, and a haircut that looks pretty good on her even if it is short. Argh! my baby is growing up...

Kallisti is bored (imagine that) because Phoenix doesn't want to play with her. Nobody wants to play pokemon o.k. kid? So she's a bit mopy, but not overboard about it.

At Costco this week I found a nifty three pack of DVDs Dorothy L. Sayers Mysteries: Lord Peter Whimsey. Yea me! I love these Brittish drawing room mysteries.
No whiz bang, no c/g, no nothing but plot, story, good acting, and nifty period stuff, clothes, cars, way cool cars, and loverly matched draft horses. Ah to be nobility in pre-war europe... I want to grow up to be a wastral "remittance man" and drive vintage sports cars and have a valet, I *need* a valet...

I have been thinking a lot about depression and art because the director of the movie Antichrist said that he was depressed and when the movie was made he said this piece of work was "childish".

I am going to write about my own thoughts about how I work with depression and creativity. My way is just MY way and isn't the way other people create.

There was a point in my life where I wanted to create and I tried and tried. I made some nice stuff, but I never enjoyed it because I never felt it was good enough! I agonized over what people I knew would say about it. Creating was never fun or relaxing. I was too depressed to really either care about what I made and I was too depressed to take compliments.

I know a lot of artists can put their feelings of depression, pain, fear and loathing onto a canvas, but I cannot. I know that for some people it is very cathartic and I enjoy reading about their processes and seeing their work. The pain can be felt just by looking at their work. I can also understand where they are coming from. Art can be wonderful therapy.

But…when I am very depressed the creativity in my soul dries up. This is NOT the same as having a block or just not coming up with ideas. For me it's almost painful for me to create when I am depressed. I can't open myself up and bare it all on canvas or paper.

Right now, for me, my artwork is all about the joys around me. I know a lot of people don't care for the drawings I do, and that's fine. Many do. It's a piece of me I am sharing with others. Many of my pieces are joyous, stylized and whimsical. I have just finished a piece where the "fruit" on a tree is hearts…cute, right? Except that the hearts are all broken and some are rotting on the ground. This piece doesn't reflect how I feel now, but now that I am not depressed I can reach back to when I was and put it on canvas. It was too raw then.

I almost couldn't accept compliments on my work 10 years ago. Well, what little work I produced, that is. I just couldn't believe anyone would like what I made. I didn't like myself, so thus I didn't like what I made. I don't have that problem now. It stayed with me for a LONG time, but lessened as time went on. I now am having my work critiqued. The critiques are helpful suggestions. It's great. I am in a community with artists who care about the work and care about helping and suggesting to other artists.

Now I am strong enough to create that which tickles my fancy. Nothing has to be perfect - nothing in life is - instead I focus on that which is important to me and if I draw uneven eyes or a crooked mouth so be it. Oh, that, and erasers are a gift of the gods! ;-)

http://www.deborahlipp.com/wordpress/2009/07/15/pagan-chants/

http://www.deborahlipp.com/wordpress/?p=2518

Caroline is having a blast at camp. She is having fun at the gym. She had fun at Shoreleave. Caroline is having a very fun-filled summer. I have been putting sunscreen on her but she is slowly tanning. I can see all her bathing suit lines when she changes clothes. She is asking when she can go back to school but is enjoying her time off.

Ariel has been spending a lot of time at the library where there are a number of teen programs she is participating in. She walks into town and catches up with her friends and they go to the library. Today I am taking her to see Harry Potter. This weekend she is going to the Vans tour and rocking out for the day. And she is getting ready for college. Busy summer for her.

Peter is balancing a lot of things and getting ready for San Diego. He should be posting his schedule soon. San Diego has become a strange beast. A lot of business gets done behind the scenes and many a freelancer can line up almost a years worth of projects during that weekend. And then there is the other half where autographs are signed and a lot of hands are shaken along with all the cool stuff that the movie studios bring to show and the exclusives that can only be gotten there or on E-bay. I’m not taking Caroline out there for a couple of years since it can be very overwhelming. August is going to be all about the writing.

And I am keeping house and home together. Deciding not to do the art show at dragoncon this year was a good move I think on my part. Right now I want to finish picking up from the costumes this year and work on a few things that have been back-burned with the rush of Prom, Graduation, the end of the School year, and Shoreleave. I need to sit down and figure out which need to go first.

So that is where we are right now. Summertime is upon us and it’s been quite nice so far.

I am grateful that everyone is having a good summer so far.

The television is AMAZING. Even without HD right now it is the best picture I have watched in ages. My eyes are going to thank me. I didn't realize how I hunched forward to see the other screen and how I strained to watch details on a 19 inch screen!

I used to watch movies with Kay all the time and then I started disliking them when I moved here. I thought it was that my attention span was shot. Well, it is a bit, but with this big screen I can't believe what a pleasure it is to watch.

I don't think I am going to watch any more television than I already do, but I bet I enjoy watching movies *a lot more*.

I also have my HD video recorder and I can play those on here as well. Goody. :-)

We are going to look at Blu Ray players tonight.

Kevin has signed us up to get Sky+ HD but it may take a while due to "exceptional demand". I expect it to take weeks to get installation...

Oh, I know that this is nuts, but I think that the first Blu Ray movie I am going to get is Ghostbusters. It's goofy enough and the special effects although dated are cool enough that I will enjoy it.

Today I am feeling…vulnerable. I am feeling like I am just trying to hang on to a decent mood but anything could change that mood. I don't like feeling like this but I am going to do everything in my power to prevent giving in to feeling sad and depressed. I can win. I know I can and I will be a better person because of it. Nyah. If not, then I will just have to bite someone's head off. No, I AM JUST KIDDING!

In all honesty I absorb so much of what I see and hear around me and a bunch of terrible stories, heartache of other people, and people acting like idiots can bring me down. I need to learn to shield myself from this more often and be careful of what I read and watch for a few days.

I don’t feel that I "care too much" but I do feel that I absorb like a sponge the feelings of other people. I find that my mood is so directly in line with what I see and hear throughout the day and I am getting more sensitive to this. This doesn't happen often, but it does happen often enough.

So, we shall see what today holds. I hope that I can keep my chin up and keep plugging along. I am going to try to think about all of the amazing things and people in my life and not dwell on the angry and sad and heartbreaking. *soft smile*

Steve has chemo tomorrow morning.So I'm a worrywart. He's not exactly thrilled about losing his hair(can't blame him)so he got it cut off.(hey- I didn't pick him for looks though he IS handsome)
Just hearing him sound SO DEPRESSED over the haircut tugs my heart.
So I will quietly sit in my corner and worry.

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Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise: and he that shutteth his lips is esteemed a man of understanding. -- Bible, 'Proverbs' 17:28.(KJV)

Due to recent events I decided to do a bit of investigating in order to get a full understanding of my situation. The last time I had checked my credit score it had been around 710 – which while not my highest rating was still pretty good, that was in 2007 which was 1/1/2 years after the whole situation came up. After talking to some friends and family I found out 2 things – one that while foreclosure proceedings were initiated the foreclosure action was never completed and two although there were delinquent payments others involved have not been negatively impacted. So I decided to check out my credit reports on the official site for the three credit reporting organizations.

Well imagine my surprise when I check my credit score and find I have an Equifax score of 784! Oh boo yah! My credit is still good as it ever was. I take pride in my credit and financial areas of my life – with good reason. I am extremely relieved. I felt bad cause I erroneously believed that my credit score was “bad” … yeah maybe it took a bit of a hit but I survived and am thriving… As far as the foreclosure I got an apology from the parties involved in the original fiasco and have recouped about 90% of the monies lost.

So all in all did I get screwed – well it wasn’t a pleasant time but we came together as a family and got through a rough time. Was my credit shot – no not really my rating is still above good and even when it was at a low 700 was still better than a good portion of the population. All three of my credit scores show high numbers… so I guess that means I am doing well at least financially.

So after going through the original experience isn’t it understandable why I wouldn’t want to go through it again – no matter what the amount or who the person. Isn’t it understandable that it hurt coming from someone else I though I could trust? Really it isn’t about the amount it is about the action – I guess I needed to be reminded that the one person I can trust is myself.