November 10, 2005
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OK, I just read everyone else’s comments, wrote a few of my own and
decided it’s only fair if I open myself up to just as much
embarrassment as everyone else has. <smile>If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now,
even if we don’t speak often, please post a comment with a memory of
you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad.When you’re finished, post this little
paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what
people remember about you.Be kind.
Comments (10)
Hummm, I remember about 8 years ago, sitting with you and Leah by the pool, chatting while others were swimming with my little ones in the pool. We had just met, but I immediately knew you were a classy dame worth knowing.
“Badon, no!”
Wow. I think I have to go with the first time I met you. I was with Horoun at some event and you were with Leigh. And someone, I think Diego, did something…dumb (we are all shocked by this revelation, are we not?). And this cute woman that I had not yet been introduced to, suddenly grew a coronet and went from “relaxed rapier fighter babe” to “Countess Margaret” in about 2 seconds. I don’t remember what you said, but everyone was immediately behaving much more civilized.
I had played SCA in Cali before and the Royals I knew there were always “on”. You were the first Royal I met here in Texas and the first one that knew it was ok to relax…and also knew when it was time to BE a Countess.
Since then, we have gotten to be good friends, and it has only made me think you are more of a wonderful person than I did then. Plus, I now know that you are just as twisted as the rest of us…you just hide it better.
Hmmm… don’t remember the event- wait yes I do- Sibri’s Queens- you were List Mistressing and I checked to see if you needed anything- first time I actually chatted with you & I thought “Wow, classy lady … but I smell a partier under there!”
And hanging at your house after Joe’s funeral. Not exactly a *good* day, but you made me feel very welcome.
Hmmmmm… Let’s see…
I remember you being my inspiration at the first Baronial I won, and the smiles and support you gave the whole day to a frazzled nobody who’d had no sleep. (I also remember how upset T was when I won fighting for you and I hadn’t won fighting for her – *roll eyes*)
I remember the cozy puppy pile on someone’s camp bed on a cold winter evening that consisted of you, me, and Kayleigh and how we didn’t want to budge for the longest time. (minds out of the gutter, people…)
I remember a silly-girly-grinning person two days after “break a bone for a friend day.”
I remember a very human and comforting lady who let me crash at her house on the way to my farm and let me unload a lot what was happening to me.
I remember many cute and smiling faces coming toward me at events.
…and from this last weekend – “look! Boobs!” ;}
You also hold a very special place in my heart and always will.
I don’t have any boob memories, but I remember a dinner at one of those Asian showmanship cook-at-the-table restaurants (Bennihanna’s? Another one?). We met at your house before heading out and it was a great night. I don’t know how I ended up going along, but it was fun! I also remember sitting outside a restaurant chatting. One restaurant had too much line and we were waiting on others to pick another. That was fun to just sit outside and chat
Out, In the West, The Lone Countess! Bag of geer in hand, walking towards the list field waving away gits who wanted to carry her gerar for her. Why you ask? I’m a fighter by God and I can carry my own darn swords. Got to love those fighting countesses!
Mine is more conceptual than incident oriented. I just know that after knowing you a little bit, you’re my ideal of a Rose. Beautiful, elegant and graceful, a paragon of courtesy and grace… and an absolute HOOT when you take your coronet off!
I heard SO MUCH about you from my hubby, and I knew how important you were to him. I was very concerned as to whether you would approve of me or not, because I knew your opinion would matter to him. When I finally met you, I was so happy to get to know you as the sassy, brilliant, FUN woman that you are! My fondest memory is how helpful you were to me at this Fall’s Bjornsborg event, coaching me on being a good lady of the field.
The first thing I think of when I think “Maggie” (after, of course, a mental image of your beautiful self) is the impression of a stunningly witty and equally kind woman who always seems to have it under control.
I think my favorite memory with you is the time we went to Central Market with Octavia and then drove over to get the boys from fighter practice. It was just a fun afternoon with no real agenda and no politics. I could use a few more of those…