i had a full weekend planned, and as usually everything got switched around at the last minute. There was a Renissance fair in Fox Lake over the weekend, and my boyfriend cirdan was going to be a vendor with somw family friends who always have a booth there. Cirdan makes wooden swords that are meant for decoration, not play. He takes alot of time into them and wanted to sell them. As it turned out most of the vendors wern't going to this fair becuase they were invited to other big fairs that happened at the same time and i guess there were 'politics' involved. So the fair was boring and we didnt stay long. The other reason we didnt stay long was that it was cirdan's dads birthday and hes got back problems and doesnt get out of the house much. He came along and wore his armor, combat ready, and that stuff weighs atleast 60 lbs. He made it ok, better than i expected, but we had no reason to stay so he had no need to suffer. it was lame and all three of us had finally finished getting nice outfits ready for it. I ended up wearing my dress all day just to get some use out of it. We went to the movie store and people were asking us about the fair, assuming we went because of our clothes. So i guess we advertised.
The other thing that i did this weekend was paintball. We had a special guest this time. He Is known as DMG, hes a medic in the army, stationed in Iraq. He's probly younger middle aged, and Paintball was one of the main things that kept him going in Iraq. He ran across the Badger Brigades website, and wanted to play with WIP-SOG, the team I'm on. Our Team commander came up with some new games and a 2hour scenario game with 15 minute long missions. It was hard, and i got shot on the top of my head. Paintballs at this field cant go faster than 280 feet per second, and thata 190 miles per hour, so it hurt alot up there. Cirdan and i didnt stay very long because he had to go into work later that night. It was a little unorganized. Not the game, but the people playing the game didnt know what to do. Lack of communication and time was the problem. It kinda pissed me off. BUt hey, at least our Medic DVG had a good time. He's the one who can only play when he's on leave from Iraq. I'm glad we arranged this day for him. He probably really appreciated it.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Friday, September 21, 2007
I said more on paintball, so...
I'm on this scenario paintball team, called WIP-SOG. based out of Juneau, WI, from Jungle cat Paintball on hwy 26 north of Watertown. I plan on writing my personal narrative on my first experience on the field, so I'm going to discuss paintball in general. I'm pretty sure I'm not on the roster yet.
http://wipsog.badgerbrigades.com/
I have a Tippmann Custom Pro gun, and i love it. Every Sunday, Cirdan and i are out at Jungle Cat by noon for team practice or games. We have 18 team members, and about 12-15 of them regularly show up. My team name is squee, and its the name i use all the time. i know this is off topic, but the name squee originated for me from the comic book 'johnny the homicidal maniac', by jhohan vasquez. the character squee is a very young boy who is neighbor to johnny, the homicidal manic. he is adorable, and if you don't get offended easily and like a good gruesome laugh read this comic. Cirdan's team name is Grim. Most of the time during a game, there's so much going on around and my heart is pounding. Its shoot or be shot. So its hard to look over a bunker and find your opponent when they may be able to see you previously, and then they shoot you or shot at you. And yes, if you get splattered larger than a dime, your dead. if you get shot in the gun, you're dead. If you get shot but the paintball doesn't break, your not out. Its alot to think about while you're out there. I reffed last Sunday. i love watching the game because i can see what other people do during the game, and don't have to worry about being shot on purpose.
I'm not very good yet, and only have shot out two victims. But you have to remember that each game, when you're shot, you're out. So it was a matter of someone shot me out, or i stayed in hidding long enough that the game ended before i got to shoot anyone. My main problem is that i camp. I find good cover, and i stay there. The last couple time i played, i moved around more than usuall, and it's been only these last few weeks that i've got my victims. So i am improving.
So on a serious note, check out that website up there. i know the site isnt complete, but it ill explain more about the team.
http://wipsog.badgerbrigades.com/
I have a Tippmann Custom Pro gun, and i love it. Every Sunday, Cirdan and i are out at Jungle Cat by noon for team practice or games. We have 18 team members, and about 12-15 of them regularly show up. My team name is squee, and its the name i use all the time. i know this is off topic, but the name squee originated for me from the comic book 'johnny the homicidal maniac', by jhohan vasquez. the character squee is a very young boy who is neighbor to johnny, the homicidal manic. he is adorable, and if you don't get offended easily and like a good gruesome laugh read this comic. Cirdan's team name is Grim. Most of the time during a game, there's so much going on around and my heart is pounding. Its shoot or be shot. So its hard to look over a bunker and find your opponent when they may be able to see you previously, and then they shoot you or shot at you. And yes, if you get splattered larger than a dime, your dead. if you get shot in the gun, you're dead. If you get shot but the paintball doesn't break, your not out. Its alot to think about while you're out there. I reffed last Sunday. i love watching the game because i can see what other people do during the game, and don't have to worry about being shot on purpose.
I'm not very good yet, and only have shot out two victims. But you have to remember that each game, when you're shot, you're out. So it was a matter of someone shot me out, or i stayed in hidding long enough that the game ended before i got to shoot anyone. My main problem is that i camp. I find good cover, and i stay there. The last couple time i played, i moved around more than usuall, and it's been only these last few weeks that i've got my victims. So i am improving.
So on a serious note, check out that website up there. i know the site isnt complete, but it ill explain more about the team.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Squee's summer experience
School ended at just about the right time. Money was short and work was getting busier. stress was starting to set in. "So summer has started", she thought to herself, as she noticed nothing has changed. Yeah, she was't spending as much money on gas and time in Fond du Lac, but the feeling of summer freedom wasn't their.
As the days went on, nothing seemed in place. Summer had started and she had no idea. Even though times seemed well otherwise, Squee got sick one night at work. Her back hurt like she had cramps, her gut hurt like she had backed-up gas (go ahead and laugh if you must). It was only 9:25pm and Benvenutos, Squee's employer, was open until 11pm, and she was a cook. This was the first time she begged to go home. The dining room was still full, Bud and Dan were the only cooks left besides her. Bud suggested she sit in the back until they could tell if they really needed her help. After five minutes and every other employee noticing how sick she felt, she got sent home.
An everyday thing after work is to stop by her boyfriend, Cirdan (Keer-dan), and on the way to his house, about a 8 block drive, Squee pulled over to throw up. She then mad it to Cirdan's, were they relaxed, and she tried her damnest not to throw up. After about 15 minutes, she ad to go home. All of these symptoms had haunted her months before, and she knew she was up for a night of sleeping for 45 minutes, puking for 15, and forcing water down so when she woke up to puke, something would come up.
The night went on as her sick digestive system had planned. Only this time, it didnt go away. Last time she had stopped by 6 am. This time it was 9 am and not only had she not slept all night but she still couldnt keep anything down. Squee then decided to go the emergency room, even if its just for some relief or the nausia. After recieving some medicine to stop her vomiting, she finally slept. She still had pain in her back and gut.
So after a cat scan, and a surgical consult, Squee's appendix was removed at 4:30pm that day. After recovery, the only thing keeping her a the hospital was her objectives; eat, walk, and use the restroom. She was home by 7:30pm, and felt amazing. Her surgical wounds hurt like any normal person who has surgery, and she needed a week's time for recovery.
Soon after that, Squee joined a paintball team that her 'boyfriend' was on. (They had actually broken up three days after Squee's surgury, but their bond is too close for that to change them. Currently, no one could even tell that they weren't together.) The team name is WIP-SOG, and they are located at Jungle Cat Paintball just north of Watertown on Hwy 26. This one action of joining such a team brought happiness to Squee, for once this summer. Getting shot by a ball of paint at 280 feet per second doesnt feel very good, but the thrill brought something to her summer, letting her know it was here, and that good freedom feeling came back.
more on paintball next time!
As the days went on, nothing seemed in place. Summer had started and she had no idea. Even though times seemed well otherwise, Squee got sick one night at work. Her back hurt like she had cramps, her gut hurt like she had backed-up gas (go ahead and laugh if you must). It was only 9:25pm and Benvenutos, Squee's employer, was open until 11pm, and she was a cook. This was the first time she begged to go home. The dining room was still full, Bud and Dan were the only cooks left besides her. Bud suggested she sit in the back until they could tell if they really needed her help. After five minutes and every other employee noticing how sick she felt, she got sent home.
An everyday thing after work is to stop by her boyfriend, Cirdan (Keer-dan), and on the way to his house, about a 8 block drive, Squee pulled over to throw up. She then mad it to Cirdan's, were they relaxed, and she tried her damnest not to throw up. After about 15 minutes, she ad to go home. All of these symptoms had haunted her months before, and she knew she was up for a night of sleeping for 45 minutes, puking for 15, and forcing water down so when she woke up to puke, something would come up.
The night went on as her sick digestive system had planned. Only this time, it didnt go away. Last time she had stopped by 6 am. This time it was 9 am and not only had she not slept all night but she still couldnt keep anything down. Squee then decided to go the emergency room, even if its just for some relief or the nausia. After recieving some medicine to stop her vomiting, she finally slept. She still had pain in her back and gut.
So after a cat scan, and a surgical consult, Squee's appendix was removed at 4:30pm that day. After recovery, the only thing keeping her a the hospital was her objectives; eat, walk, and use the restroom. She was home by 7:30pm, and felt amazing. Her surgical wounds hurt like any normal person who has surgery, and she needed a week's time for recovery.
Soon after that, Squee joined a paintball team that her 'boyfriend' was on. (They had actually broken up three days after Squee's surgury, but their bond is too close for that to change them. Currently, no one could even tell that they weren't together.) The team name is WIP-SOG, and they are located at Jungle Cat Paintball just north of Watertown on Hwy 26. This one action of joining such a team brought happiness to Squee, for once this summer. Getting shot by a ball of paint at 280 feet per second doesnt feel very good, but the thrill brought something to her summer, letting her know it was here, and that good freedom feeling came back.
more on paintball next time!
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