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I love the movie “The Princess Bride” ! Someone posted the following article on Facebook:

http://www.tor.com/blogs/2012/09/as-you-wish-little-known-facts-about-the-princess-bride-on-its-25th-anniversary

Now I want to watch the movie!

This is a touching aspect of the film (from the article):

“Mandy Patinkin considers Inigo to be his favorite role of all time, and one can hardly blame him; in the midst of such a hilarious yarn, Inigo’s fight to avenge his father is perhaps the most moving subplot of the film. But there’s another layer to this tale: it turns out that not long before taking the part, Patinkin’s own father had died of cancer. He said that while filming the final duel between Inigo and Count Rugen, he imaged it as a fight between himself and that cancer. That whole habit of art imitating life allowed Patinkin the opportunity to truly mourn his father. So if watching that scene doesn’t already make you tear up, it probably will next time. If it already had you crying, you’ll be weeping into buckets from now on.”

That story line always made me emotional 🙂 and now I know why Patinkin was so convincing.

Slightly off topic: I want to learn sword fighting! LOL

I think I have been overdoing it lately. Well, the past 16-17 months– since my baby niece died– have been a real bear to handle. Too much drama going on all the time– too much fall out from that difficult time to process– in addition to my normal busy life. I can handle my own emotions and hurt but it is dealing with everybody else’s  ‘stuff’ and ‘nonsense’, not necessarily their emotions and hurt though, that has me worn out. I need a rest yet I keep overdoing it.

I didn’t get much of a rest this past summer, nor much vacation time. I had hoped to, plus get some other things accomplished, such as looking for a better job– didn’t happen. I was to overwhelmed with all the drama from the past year and with dealing with graduation parties, throwing a baby shower, keeping my nephews, and then my stepson’s issues. I was just worn out. Then I got into grad school. Yay! But now I can’t enjoy it because I am still worn out. Plus, as soon as I started school, I started getting more hours at work. Going to school part-time (well I almost have full-time credits with only 2 classes), and working part-time but more hours than I am used to is really kicking my ass. All I have been wanting to do is sleep when I am at home, which isn’t helpful for my homework and home front; I am already behind at school, stressing to catch up and my house is unorganized and a mess. Not to mention I haven’t had any time to write in my blogs or do any writing just for me– this makes me sad and frustrated! Now I am sick with the flu, in part because I have been over doing it and not been getting enough rest. Of course it doesn’t help that people go to work sick. Grrr and double Grrrrr!

I just need a break, a couple of weeks (or months) up north by myself or just me and my husband. I wish I could arrange that– that would be paradise. I am trying to be positive and fight my way through the fall…and get my situation set up so I can look for a better job and/or cut my hours for next semester at school. Then maybe I can get some rest, find some peace, and actually enjoy grad school.

“I told you so” is so not helpful, especially when the person that says it is a lying, manipulative control freak who actually did not tell anybody anything and was only crying and carrying on about herself and the pain she was feeling. It is not helpful when the person who voices “I told you so” actually created the problem to begin with just so they could gloat later. If it were me I would tell this “I told you so” person to take their I told you so and their nasty as attitude and problem causing, drama loving ways and shove it up their gigantic ass and sit on it! Then they can get off even more.

I mean really? Do you think you are being supportive? Do you think the kid is actually going to listen to you after you have shown yourself to be extremely dishonorable? Yes, it is dishonorable to give someone a gift and then take it back. Then turn around and tell them that they should have waited because you may have given it back to them (Why would he trust you? Do you think he really trusts you at this point?)…on top of all the lies about who was actually in control of the item in question. Obviously the person who supposedly bought the item was not in control of it because it is totally apparent who actually controls the item — the person who is dead set on controlling everything. When are you ever going to learn you cannot control everything? That people, even people who are close to you, may want different things than you do. It doesn’t mean they are wrong, it just means they are different and do not want to be controlled.

What exactly did you tell the kid that he didn’t listen to? That’s what I want to know. You take away his transportation, his communication, and his place of residence, what is he to do? Go off somewhere and cry or come to you and grovel at your feet? I thought you were so proud of his independence. I guess you are only proud of his independence as long as it follows your own decrees and judgments. Really nice — not supportive nor nurturing at all. It just creates  confusion, angst, and anger. Eventually people will get tired of that bull shit and move on to make their own way. Exactly what the kid is trying to do. He got his own phone and got his own wheels. Unfortunately, at his price point, he had little choice in wheels and they broke down. How is that his fault? And how does that deserve and “I told you so” from you? If anything you should apologize for being so unsupportive and dishonorable as to have not being able to handle yourself and your emotions, and for creating the problem to begin with. You ought to be ashamed of yourself but it is obvious you lack many aspects of shame and empathy, many aspects of what it takes to be an adult — shit, to be human.

Bottom line:

How dare you say I told you so when you didn’t do anything of the sort. You were actually the one who caused initial problems for the kid and set everything in motion. Now you want to sit back and gloat. Can I tell you ‘I told you so’ when the kid doesn’t trust you and wants very little to do with you?

I got up early this morning to see a Mackinac Island tradition– a formal ride. The people who live on the island gather on the East Bluff with their horses to toast those they lost that year. Then they ride through the island to the west bluff and do another toast to honor the dead and to close out the season. It was lovely to be a part of a local Mackinac Island tradition. My ‘landlady’ Trish told me about it when I checked into Voyageur Inn last night; as she showed me my apartment, Trish pointed out her horse Grey in the stables across the lane. Trish and her mom are lifelong Mackinac residents and in addition to the Voyageur Inn they also own and run the Bogan Lane Inn.

It is an awesome day on the island. I am glad I woke up early and dragged my butt up the stairs to the East Bluff. After watching the islanders ride off, I went up to Anne’s Tablet then I back tracked and walked along the East Bluff over to Manitou Trail. As I walked I heard reveille sound from the fort and then shortly after, the boom of the cannon. The sharp blast from a ferry made look down to the Arnold dock to see all the people arriving for the day — it’s going to be a busy day on the Island. I could hear the clanging of the buoy in the straits the closer I got to Manitou Trail. I stood at the trail head and took it all in…and debated on if I should walk its steep ridges. I decided that Manitou was too much before breakfast so I once again walked by all the pretty houses and gardens on the bluff to my stairs down to Bogan Lane.

I’m going to Mackinac, going to Mackinac, going to Mackinac…

I’m going to Mackinac Island!

Yay!

I am so happy and agitated. I am going to the Island tomorrow. I have too much to do today and can’t settle down. Ha.

We planned on doing the Mackinac Bridge Walk and reserved a cabin at a state park for Sunday night but last week I started thinking about where to go before Sunday — didn’t just want to stay home. I thought about going to my parent’s place up north but that half-formed plan fell through…thought about going to the Island, but then thought about the expense and that it was too close to the holiday to even reserve a place to stay so dismissed that idea. Plus I wanted to save my money for a Grand Hotel stay in the fall. I really wanted to go someplace new but every place new is just too far away from the bridge and has unknown expenses, ha. I thought I might as well stay home but of course Mackinac is never far from my mind…

Around Monday I started thinking about going again. I hated to go up to the Straits area and not go to the Island. I called up to Small Point Cottage to see if they had anything available — they did but for 3 people for Saturday night, the important night. Grrr…I decided to wait until the next day, evaluate my finances and see if I really wanted to go to Mackinac Island. I did, I did, I do…so I spent Tuesday morning calling around trying to find a place for a reasonable fee, ha. Slim pickens — I called and called, everything is booked or very expensive …until finally I called Bed and Breakfast. She didn’t have anything at the B&B but wait! She had a little 1 bedroom apartment with a couch bed available! Yay…how much? Something I could afford? Yes! It was, I even got a deal but had to agree to stay Friday and Saturday nights. Okay, I will.

More problems…my husband has to work until 5pm on Friday and with Labor Day traffic…Argh! We may not get up there until late, late…too late to catch a ferry. Boo! Luckily ferries run until 10:30pm this week-end. Yay! But I decided to rent a cheap car and go up early so I could enjoy the island and the apartment — and pay the lady for the place. My husband and stepson could drive up through the Labor Day week-end traffic. I am so mean but I got to pay the lady.

Then, my stepson tells us he has to work Friday night! Ugh! Almost derails the whole plan…but his work called him in early tonight to work all stinking day today, 12 hours I think, and then he could have Friday off. Yay! But if he still had to work I suppose he and my husband will just have to come up to the island Saturday — I’ll be there waiting for them…enjoying the Island and some me time.

Can’t wait, so excited. This is where we are staying:

http://www.thevoyageurinn.com/apartments.htm

We have apartment 2…isn’t it cute. It has a little kitchen and everything. It is going to be like we live on the island. So cool.

I love that my stepson is staying with us. I can’t really say living with us because he will be gone in a little over a month but I am glad that he is here. No, he isn’t perfect but he is a good kid — still a kid too, even though he is 18. While he does have some things he needs to work on (don’t we all?), he is not terribly disrespectful, at least not in ways that my husband and I can’t handle and he is not always gone;  he has actually been home quite a bit since he has been with us… weird.

Therein lies the problem. With my stepson home I can’t be free — I can’t walk around the house naked like I like to do.