...Izee's Thread

[Izee]

...v/t vs r/t   

...I feel a need to post this.     When I first joined the On-Line Gor, I did have some problems.  I was a bond, and would get VERY UPSET, r/t, when I thought that I was being punished for no good reason.  I wouldn't just log off...I would pitch a fit...and go somewhere.   It caused me distress in my r/t life, and I went to other Homes, and stayed for a while...but...I would return to MTC.  I liked Rags.   

...Rags saw what I was going through, and directed me to other Homes when I was in distress, so that I could explore, using  another char.  (*S*   watch out for a huge, blonde Torvie FW if you ever go to a Viking Home ...she is mean, and very sneaky.  She hunts, but does know some healing skills.  She carefully watches over her Family, and Friends, her Father trusts her Judgement, and at times she sits in Council).

The 'Hunt' that Rags supervised at the end of the Year, brought me 'ALIVE' a few years ago!  I created Izee', and thought that she would not live through it...BUT SHE DID!!!!     I practiced my hunting, and fighting skills, I had fun.  He did a good job, He got me to extend myself, and I got through challenges that amazed me.  Kimba also helped me...but...SHE LET ME DOWN ONCE!  I was in a HUGE FIGHT WITH A MAN...I was hollarin and screaming...and she was just sitting a bit aways...she couldn't see me, but could hear me...and she just continued to eat her lunch...thinking that I was HAVING SEX!!!  I kept screaming to her to come and help me...and she just posted...

,,,I don't want a threesome right now....

[RAGNAR]

JDL Yup.... dats Kimba!!!!!

She must have known what she was doing, you survived it.

[Izee]

...*LOL*

...That was quite an experience.  I was very new to r/p, and I was very close to my Char...I believed that she was ME. 

...I had been tracking the Man, and knew that Kim was close.  I was planning on getting Him to a certain place, and then She and I would capture Him.  She was posting that She was in the area, and sensed what I was doing.  All was going WELL!!!!   

...Then, I got into a fight with Him, and was screaming at Kim to come help...

...BUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

...She was eating her lunch.  She heard me, and kept eating her vulo, eggs, and bread...

...I was making my posts, fighting, and screaming, and She just kept eating...posting..."Izee' is having a good time right now, she found a good 'Partner'."

...((It turned out well, I was a better fighter, and captured the man.     I lead him into the Lair...I was a MESS...I tried to explain to Kimba that we had fought...and she just laughed at me...and said..."Don't make up a story, just put him into the usual Hut, you can have more fun with him later."))

[RAGNAR]

JDL!!!!!

[Izee]

...Why it pays off to be 'cute'...

...I was very nice looking, when I was in my late teens.  Hispanic, with large dark eyes and a very BRILLIANT smile.   

...Me and my family was visiting Mexico, and we were in a plaza, just sitting.  My parents were drinking beer, and my brother and I were drinking lemonade.  Then, VERY NICE FOOD arrived.  My Mother told the waiter that we had not ordered it, and the waiter just said, as He Looked at ME..."He ordered it for YOU."  We looked over, and a middle aged Mexican Man, with a huge mustache was smiling.  I smiled, and waved, and began eating the prawns.

...More nice shellfish arrived, and a pitcher of beer was placed on our table.  We all kept eating, and asked the waiter who the Man was. 

...The waiter just shrugged...

...We left, and back at our Hotel, my Mother joked..."We could have gotten a nice price for you."

...I joked back, "As long as He fed me prawns and calamari when I wanted, I would have stayed with Him."

...Again, it was a nice experience.  The Mariachis were playing, and people were dancing.  It was a lovely evening.  The Man wasn't doing anything improper, Mexican culture is very generous.  A few times, we would send a pitcher of beer and some prawns to another table.   

[Izee]

...Page Turning...

...https://youtu.be/osg_WmeLxQk

...I was often asked to be the "Page Turner" when a male Pianist did a recital at Conservatory.  Again, I was a skilled pianist, and would know the work, and I am small.  Having dark hair, dusky colored skin, and such, I blended in with the piano.  I would dress in black, and not put on much makeup or any jewelry, and just quietly sit to the left of the pianist, and gently turn the pages, and settle back down again.     Again, "Page Turning" is a skill.  I would just sit, not moving, watching the music as the pianist played, and then I would gently rise, as he got towards the end of the second page, and take the top right corner in my left hand, and look at  Him.  He would nod, and I would gently turn the page, and get my butt back in my chair, and look at the music as He played. It always went well...I would walk off the stage at the end, and applaud Him. 

...Once, though...I wasn't so demure...

...We were putting on a 'Fun Concert', and I let the pianist talk me into it.     He walked onto the stage, in an overly elaborate tuxedo, and bowed.  He then announced, "Oh, here is my 'Page Turner'.  I minced out...I was wearing pumps that had 6" stiletto heels...at that point in my life...I wasn't used to wearing those...and was VERY careful.  I was wearing a pink colored 'fun dress', and I had put on a lot of makeup, elaborate gold colored jewelry, and had my hair piled on my head in a sloppy updo.     I wiggled my butt a bit as I sat by Him.

...He played a Rachmaninoff work...but I didn't sense that the audience was listening.  I pretended that I couldn't read music, and kept reaching for the corner of the page, and He would slap my hand away.  When I would lean over to turn a page, I would let my body press against His, and He would have to lean WELL AWAY to...*Well, just imagine*   

...At the end...I, I mean I!!!! got FIVE CURTAIN CALLS as the Pianist just stood back in the Wings...

...I expected to be called to the Deans Office...but wasn't...

...The Dean knew that there was no point...and I was President of the Student Council.

[Izee]

...Flying Sailplanes...(Gliders)...

...I was in a depressive episode, in school, and was trying to fight my way out of it.  By then, I knew that I had a mental illness, Bipolar, and that medication didn't help much.  So, I would search out things to do, that would distract my mind.  I practiced my cello and the piano as much as I could, and would ride my 10 speed.  All that helped...but at night...I was fully depressed.     I would fight with my mind, telling myself how much I had...people around me who loved me...finances were Ok...I was getting good grades...but I was still depressed.

...One evening, as I was trying to sleep...my insane mind came up with the answer...

...FLY A PLANE WITHOUT AN ENGINE!!!!!!!   

...So, I took lessons to learn to fly a sailplane.   

[Izee]

...There was an airport not too far away, and the owners of the small hanger that held sailplanes were happy to see me.  I had to get my MD to sign off that I could safely fly, and I was really happy to climb into the front of a two seater...until I threw up.     I kept coming back, and my body got used to what you have to do in a sailplane.  The Instructors tested me very well as I was taught...they made me do 'spins' many times...even though I was screaming during the 1st one!!!     I got calm, after more lessons, and the Instructor sitting behind me, would say, "Spin".  I would pull the joystick back to get into a stall, and then kick the right rudder to get into a spin...and LOOK AT THE GROUND!!!  It was straight ahead as we spun!!!

...He would wait a few seconds, and say, "Pull out". 

...I would get us out...it was a complex move...but it was nice to be sailing along again...wings horizontal to the ground.   

[Izee]

...I had a memorable sail, late afternoon.  The small single seat high performance HP sailplane was available.  I had had a nice sail in the twoseater Trainer...I was alone in it.  I had been hunting thermals during my sail, and was unhappy, and my purse was empty, I had been up for over an hour, and was frustrated, I wanted a longer sail.  I sat, and drank a coke with the Owner, and spoke about  the thermals and the wind.

...The Owner told me to take up the HP Sailplane, and that I could pay for the rent and tow next time.

...I inspected the HP, and helped bring it out onto the runway.  The Owner told me, as I climbed in, "Look for the Wave". 

...I let the Tug take me to 3,000 feet, and then pulled the release lever.   I rised and soared to the right, as he dived to the left. 

...I found a thermal, and got to 5,000 feet, and then...FOUND THE WAVE!!!!!

...It was nice.  I just sailed back and forth, wings level, didn't need to spiral, or do anything, and stayed at that level.  The air was rising over the hill.  Travis AFB was just across the hill, I wasn't anywhere near their landing pattern, but some kind of HUGE plane flew over me.   

...I guess that they figured that I was safe...I didn't get shot down...and no MP's were waiting for me when I landed.

[Izee]

...Getting ABSOLUTELY NO RESPECT!!!!   

...I earned my J.D. (Juris Doctor) by going to night Law School for four years.  (For anyone of you out there who have dreams...do what you can to pursue them...and know that it will take a lot of effort...and you will get tired, and wonder..."why am I doing this?"  But...at the end...it is worth it).  I was working full time as an Accountant, and 'Tax Season' was a challenge.  We Associates were expected to bill 10 hours a day...but I had to leave at 6:00 to get to the School.  The Partners were watching, so, I got them to give me a key to the Office, and entered at 6:00 am.  I would eat lunch at my desk as I worked on a tax return. 

...I worked hard at studying Law, and crunching numbers...and did well at both.  The Partners would give me a raise , and a nice bonus.  I studied hard at School...and...

...I was CLASS VALIDICTORIAN!!!   

...I was THRILLED!!!  I knew that my grades were good, but didn't think they were that good.  I was focused on my job, and Family, and just saw the study of Law as a hobby.   

...So, we got to Graduation.  My H said that he was very proud and happy to see me lead the Graduates, I had a set of gold colored tassels around my neck, and sat in a nice seat.  The Dean called up...

...The Saluditorian...

[Izee]

...I liked the guy...he was of Greek Ancestry, and his Family owned Farms.  I had driven him to School the last year, he told me that he was down on his finances.  I would drive south, and pick him up, and then drive north to the School.     I enjoyed it, he had a great sense of humor.  But, he wasn't a very good student.  During the drive, I would explain the lessons to him, and what a case meant.     He was very popular, and the students elected him Saluditorian...I voted for him, too...the Dean had reluctantly told me that I was Validictorian, just because of my grades.     I have no idea why the Dean, a Judge of the Superior Court, didn't like me.  (Well, I do have an insight...I formed the Student Council...and demanded that we have access to the Financial Records of the College...it was rejected... )

[Izee]

...So, we got to Graduation.  I was sitting in the 'Seat of Honor', gold colored tassels around my neck, and feeling very excited.  I had spent a LOT of time writing out, and memorizing my speech.   

...The Dean gave a long, and very nice speech introducing the Saluditorian, he even spoke, eloquently, of how Pete had arrived at class, with dirt and mud dripping from his shoes and pants.  (I knew that THAT wasn't true...I mean...I DROVE THE GUY TO CLASS...and there was no mud in my car!!!  And, I wouldn't have let him in, if he came out of his house looking like that!!!    )

...Pete gave a rambling speech...and I led the standing ovation. 

...((Pete was disbarred a few years later...I was sad.  I had tried to help him, he just didn't understand how to handle clients money))

[Izee]

...So...Pete finished...and I was ready to give my speech...   As the Dean took the podium...I was excited...there was a LOT that the Dean could say about me!!!!   

...The Dean just looked over his shoulder at me, and said...

..."Here is our Valedictorian, P......."...and stepped away.
 
...I walked to the podium, and held it in my hands, and looked down at it for a moment.  I WAS FURIOUS...AND HURT!!!  I almost lost my temper...my mind was ACTUALLY ready to say, "Thank you for the flowerly introduction...I didn't deserve it."  But, I didn't.  I recited my speech, and smiled and waved at everyone.  I even smiled at the Dean as he placed the Honors over my head.

...Keeping my temper was a good thing.  The Dean asked me to become a 'Judge Pro Tem', and he would call on me to handle difficult business lawsuits.  Being a CPA, the Parties couldn't confuse me with numbers...and my latent 'Panther Nature' didn't let ANYONE pull a trick on me. 

[Izee]

...I just LOVE eating like this.   

...https://youtu.be/yXQWcwwwiRw

...I learned about it in college, and would go out with groups.  I would just gobble down what was placed before me, and not pay too much attention.  When I got older, my H and I found a place, and we would go with other couples.  I would just gobble it down, and not pay any attention to the Chef.

...I got a client when I was practicing business law, and created a Corporation for Him.  He was Japanese, and wanted to open a restaurant like this.  I did all that was needed.  I found a place in a large Strip Mall, and bullied the Owner to a decent rent, and got all of the permits.  'Tamio' arranged to get the furniture, and the cooking items, and the 'Teppanyaki' style restaurant was set up.   

...It was a nice opening, I was invited, my H stayed home...and I had a blast!!!     I pigged out on lobster and such, Tamio told me that my money was no good that night, and I learned...to my dismay...just how powerful 'sake' was.     

...I had a trusted friend with me, and he laughed as he drove me home, and helped me walk to the front door.   

...But, I had many more modest encounters.   

...I would sit at the sushi bar, alone, and watch the Chef.  I would order a small flask of sake, and slowly drink it as I watched him prepare the food.  He would notice that I was watching...and the way he prepared the food was VERY ceremonial...IMHO.  His hands would move slowly, and the fish and shellfish was carefully carved.  He would watch me as I took the first bite, and when I smiled and nodded to Him, he would smile back.  Sometimes, He would give me a little bow...and I would return it.

...Once, I got a call on my cellphone...and was talking for a while...it was about a case...and when I hung up, and sat there, trying to figure out what I was going to do, He set a nice plate in front of me, and another small flask of sake.     He just smiled, and looked into my eyes.

...I slowly ate the sushi, and drank the sake, while I was thinking about the case.

...The bill was WAY TOO SHORT...the items on the last plate weren't listed...or the last flask of sake!!!!!

...I left a HUGE tip for the Chef...He had not only fed me...He helped me think of what I needed to do.

...I stood, and gave Him a deep bow before I left.

[Izee]

...When I was very young, I didn't eat much.  Our Family was comfortable, and there was a lot of food...but I didn't eat.  I would just eat a little every day...but would go 2 or 3 days without eating.  My Mother would stand over me, and watch as she made me eat something.  I could hold it down, but would be angry.  I was given coin to buy a school lunch, and would just pocket it.  I was very thin, but had a lot of energy, and my mind was very active.

...When I decided to eat...I GORGED!!!!  I would eat half a loaf of bread, and a couple sleaves of crackers.  I loved the 'Kipper Snacks', and would eat a couple tins with the crackers.  I would get my Mother to buy those loaves of 'French Bread', and take one into my room...and eat it.

...But...WATCH OUT IF I WAS OFFERED SEAFOOD!!!!

...Our Family was visiting my Uncle, in SF, and He took us to a Seafood Restaurant.  I ate the "Seafood Platter"...and asked for another one.  They ordered another one, and I was smiling as it was set in front of me.  The adults were just looking at each other.     They figured that it would be boxed up.

...I ATE IT!!!!!

...My Mother still teases me about that.