...Izee's Thread

[Izee]

...I should have gotten their names and addresses...

...ONE DID HAVE A CAMERA!!!!

...So I guess my naked body is in some strangers album.

...Really not sure what I would have done if they came down.  I was VERY skilled in martial arts, but part of the training for we females, was just, 'don't get into a fight'...men are stronger...and I was naked.  My right foot wouldn't have done much, unless I landed it on their face.

...I probably would have smiled at them, and said, "I got some really good beef stew, want some?"

...If they nodded, I would have gotten it cooking, and casually talking to them while I was still naked,  And gotten dressed as they ate, and gathered my pack.  I would have eaten, too, and been friendly, finding out where they were heading...and then  walked in the OTHER DIRECTION!!!

[RAGNAR]

LOL Well... I suppose your right foot on their face might have been effective if their head was under water. 

[Izee]

...Performance...nothing like it!!!!   

...I probably looked like this when I played this at a recital.

...https://youtu.be/U79VxvJYGdU

...I put myself to bed...rode hard, and put away wet

...Performance does that to you

[Izee]

...Getting my chickens stolen...I may have commented on this before...

...I was the Advisor to the 4-H Poultry Project, and took it seriously, I had raised pigeons in HS.  I built a chicken palace on our 5 acre parcel, and packed it with all types of chickens.  There were plain ones, who laid eggs, so we had those, and I would take extra eggs into my office, and give them to my staff.  There were also 'Fancy Chickens'...I would enter them into the County Fair...and often got a blue ribbon.  I would trade or sell some of them to other 'fanciers', and be happy when I saw a hen sitting with a cock, and think that I would see some nice, new, chicks that I could sell or trade.

...One day, I got home from work, I had a new bag of feed, and got into my casual clothes, and walked over to the 'Palace'...and ALL of the chickens were GONE!!!  My Family had no idea of idea of what had happened...and I WAS PISSED!!!   I had been offered $75 for a fancy hen...and was bargaining with someone else over one of my cocks that had won a prize.

...I just cleaned put the 'Palace', and didn't raise chickens again.

...Once, when I had let THE CHICKENS LOOSE on my front yard, I was sitting with my young niece, drinking coke.  We were watching the chickens, and talking about various things.  A cock decided to 'have fun', and grabbed a hen and threw her down on the ground, and jumped onto her.  He got off her, and just walked away.  My niece asked what had happened, and I said..."That was chicken Romance." 

...Pigeons were different, they are very romantic,  The cock would approach his mate...Pigeons mate for life...and the cock would approach his hen with his bill opened.  She would put her bill into his mouth, and they would lower their heads to the ground several times.  She would then crouch down, her wings slightly spread, for balance, and the cock would jump onto her back, and DO her.  He would then strut in a circle around her, looking very proud, and she would take little dancing steps towards him as he strutted. 

...So, that is how Pigeons DO IT...for anyone who wanted to know...

[Izee]

...I tried to take 'little dancing steps' to Marcus Hrolfson, after our Companionship Ceremony...I was sweating...but wanted him inside of me again. 

I got backhanded....and he went to the Tavern.

,,,((Not true...we had a very nice Ceremony...and went into our room, and I made a graphic description of how I looked for everyone to see...I wasn't wearing much clothing when we went to bed,))  Marcus's typist and I had a nice pm chat about r/t issues, and then logged off.  He and I never cybered, although we would leave HINTS about what we were going to do.  We would go into pm, and talk about r/t issues,  He had a very serious autoimmune disease...and he died.  He did tell me that I had helped keep him alive for a few years.  I would keep sending him pms, even though I didn't get a response.  That went on for MONTHS.  He said that he would look at the computer, and feel better.  I would speak of my r/t, and my frustrations with v/t.  He would laugh at some of the issues that had me frustrated, but...he would see me get through them.

...I miss Him so much...He and I would try to have as much fun together...

...And to get everyone in the Home to enjoy it.   

[RAGNAR]

That is all any can do sis... make the most of what they have.

[Izee]

...A pigeon almost 'divorce'...

...Pigeons mate for life, and I liked the thought when I was raising them.  A cock would claim a hen, and they would be mated.  They would sit together, and claim a nesting box, and make chicks.

...I had a little blueband hen, and she was the lowest on the status.  Her name was Kiki, and all of the other pigeons would beat up on her.  I acquired a nice cock, all of his feathers were red, so I named him 'Rusty'.  The 'king of the cage' was 'Shadow', he had black feathers.

...Rusty and Shadow didn't get along, they fought a lot, and staked out parts of the coop that was 'THEIR TERRITORY'.  I was happy to see Rusty claim Kiki, and they moved into a nice nesting box.  Kiki was then able to get to the food, first, and sit in the water bowl to cool off.  I would yell at her when she did that...I would have to take the bowl out...wash it very carefully...and put clean water in it.  My 'pigeon counselor' told me that the bowl, and the water, should be so clean that I would drink from it.

...Kiki got arrogant, her status had changed...but...

...SHE ALMOST LOST IT!!!!

...Rusty was doing his 'LETS DO IT DANCE' before her, and she was ignoring him.  After a few minutes, Rusty went to 'Bandy', and did his dance before her.  Kiki got upset, and chased Bandy away...and let Rusty have her.

...I went to my room, and laughed my ass off...

...I figured that if I ever found a guy that I liked...

...I WOULD NOT IGNORE HIS DANCE!!!!

[Izee]

...caddying...shows that I do have a submissive side...

...After a round, I would carry the Members bag up to where bags were stored.  I wouldn't just drop the bag off, I would take it into the room, greet the Caddymaster, and then carefully wash the clubs.  I would look at the Tag on the bag, and carry the bag to the storage place, and put it into the proper place.

...Usually, I would stay in the room, and grab the bags that other caddies had left outside, and wash the clubs, and talk with the Caddymaster...I just didn't like sitting by the golf carts, and hoping that my name would be called.

...The Caddymaster once asked me if I played golf.  I said, "No, I don't have any clubs".  He grinned at me, and went to a corner of the room, and handed me an iron, and said..."Now you have a club."  I was excited as I washed the  Members clubs, and saw 'MY CLUB' sitting off to the side.  It was a wedge!!!!

...I had a blast with it when I took it home.  I bought a package of those plastic golf balls, and hit them all over my parents property.  I got fairly skilled with it...I could hit the plastic ball over the roof of the house into the front yard...and then hit it back into the back yard.

...BUT...there were DOZENS of plastic golf balls in the rain gutters of our house...

[Izee]

...Archery...I LOVED IT!!!!   

...I went to an indoor range, and rented a bow, and got lessons on how to shoot.  I would pull the string back, and get the fletching of the arrow against the right side of my lips, and let loose.   

...I bought an expensive 'compound bow', and good arrows...and practiced hard.  Keeping 'score' was easy after a while.  When you hit the bullseye, that is a 'ten'.  I would just count when I didn't hit the bullseye, and subtract numbers from a hundred.  I would be in the 90's, although once I was in the 80's...I have no idea what had happened...but I totally MISSED the target.

...Good thing that I wasn't defending Tuchuk when I fired THAT arrow!!!!!

[Izee]

...Some cute guys were watching me when I fired that arrow...I was standing very straight...my back arched...

...I got DISTRACTED!!!!

...I was lucky that I hit the wall...

...Once, I put an arrow into the ceiling...when cute guys were looking at me.

...The owner let me go up into the attic, I found my arrow, and I found several more arrows, and KEPT them.   

[Izee]

...Flag Football...

...I really enjoyed it in Jr HS.  I was usually assigned to be an End, or Linebacker, and did well, in our mixed teams, male and female.  But, one season, I was assigned to the Line...left guard...the Team Captain didn't like me.  I yelled at him, saying, "Just LOOK at me...do you really expect me to BLOCK a guy?"  He would just say, "Get into the position."  I would look up at a HUGE guy, and do my best...as he grinned at me.

...I got knocked on my ass the first few times I tried to block him...he picked me up after the play...slapped me on the butt...and we lined up, again.  He was easier after that, he would just swipe me aside, and go after the QB or HB that had the ball.

...That guy went on to become a Varsity Lineman at HS and College...

...I would tell my friends...

...I TRAINED HIM...

[RAGNAR]

LOL

[Izee]

...Alright...another one of my 'Sterling Performances' at Conservatory.   

...I was majoring in Cello and Piano...but messed around with the String Bass a bit.  Glen Chin kept getting me to play it, when we were just 'hanging out'...He thought it was amusing to see a small woman trying to play an instrument that was much larger than her.  I was also amused, and tried to use my cello technique on it...but it didn't work very well...but it was fun.  My small hand got an idea of the distance between notes, and where to place the 1st finger of my left hand in the first five positions. 

...I actually acted as if I was serious when I told my cello Professor that I wanted to add the String Bass to my performance instruments.  He said..."I forbid it...but if you want another instrument...see if the Professor of Flutes will accept you".  I told Him, "I have asthma, I shouldn't play a wind instrument, especially the flute.  I can see me signaling the Conductor to stop the Orchestra in the middle of my solo passage in a Concert, so that I could suck on my 'rescue inhaler' a few times, and then get the Concert going again."  He nodded, and said, "OK, how is the Brahms coming along?  Let me hear you."

...I was actually a little contemptuous of "Country Music", I just listened to Classical Music, and Opera.

[Izee]

...Then I met a nice guy who played the violin.  We had been assigned to the same string quartet, and got to like each other.  We were never 'Romantic', although we would exchange a 'chaste kiss' at times.  (Rags...that means that we kept it short...our lips closed...and NO TONGUE ACTION!!!...just that little ''pushing the lips forward" at the end   )

...I walked across our apt complex one afternoon, to his unit, carrying some enchiladas I had made, and a bottle of red wine that I had gotten an Upper Classwoman to buy for me, and we had lunch.  I was expecting to listen to some Wagner with him...but...

...HE WAS LISTENING TO COUNTRY MUSIC!!!!   

...I just sat, ate...and drank wine with him.  I did comment, after my second glass..."Ted, why do you listen to that crap, there is nothing to it."  He briefly stared at me, swallowed the enchilada he was eating, and said..."It is NOT crap!!!  Let me SHOW you!!"  He rose, and went to the bedroom, as I sat, chewing on another enchilada.  He returned...and I almost GAGGED!!!!

...He was carrying a BANJO!!!!   

...Just to explain, to we SERIOUS classical musicians...a Banjo is the equivalent of holding a pie tin in your left hand, and banging on it with a wooden spoon held in your right hand...at least...that is what I thought at the time.     I just slowly chewed as he demonstrated to me how you play it, and then said..."Here are different styles, now LISTEN how a Banjo can play a melody, and ACCOMPANY itself at the SAME TIME!"  I did set down my half-eaten enchilada as I listened...I had never listened to Country Music that way.  He was RIGHT...my 'Music Brain' turned on, and I could hear how complex the instrument could sound.  He saw that I was paying attention to the lesson, and kept playing.  He then grinned and said, "I am warmed up, now...

...Here is BLUEGRASS!"   

...I listened...and was fascinated watching the fingers of his right hand move with precision across the strings.  At times plucking one note harder than the other...to bring out the melody.   

[Izee]

...So, I added listening to Country Music between Wagner compositions...it actually relaxed me from the carnage of Sigfried, Die Valkure, and other such works.  I would listen to the bass lines of the Country Music, and get an idea of the chord progression.  When I was playing WITH the String Bass in a practice room...I WASN'T practicing...I was just having fun...my piano music would be sitting on the piano... a Country Music song would run through my mind...and I would accompany it on the String Bass.

...Once, Ted came in, when I was doing that...CARRYING HIS DAMN BANJO!!!     I stopped plucking the strings...I usually plucked...bowing the damn thing was HARD.  He said, "Start again, I know what you were playing."  I did, and then he joined...

...It was FUN!!!  We played a few more, and he corrected me, at times, saying, "It is a 4th chord, going up to a 6th, and then coming down to a 3rd...and then settling down.  We then practiced often in the months that followed, and I learned a lot about Country Music...and...most importantly...ABOUT MUSIC!!! 

...It IS the most SUBLIME Art Form there is.  IMHO  The 'Arts' are there to inspire, comfort, and get our minds 'THINKING'.  You can look at a painting, or sculpture, and walk away...your mind thinking differently for a while.  (Cooking is also an 'Art'...IMHO...you can put something in your mouth...and your 'THINKING' will be different... ...I have written short letters to give to the Chef over just how GOOD the food was...a few times I left most of the meal on my plate...paid the Bill...and left.  My 'THINKING' was different each time.   )  But, MUSIC lasts for SO LONG!!!

...Ted convinced me to accompany him at 'Solo Class', playing the String Bass, while he played the Banjo.  I did agree...I had decided that I was going to change my Major to Business Administration.  I said, "The Dean won't approve us doing that."  And Ted just shrugged, saying, "We will tell Him that we are going to play a violin and cello duet the week before."   Ted did tell the Dean that...but I wasn't comfortable.  I had my usual weekly meeting with the Dean...I was President of the Students...we discussed the usual matters.  I then shifted in my seat, and said..."Ah, Ted and I want to play a joke at the next Solo Class."  He sighed, and said, "What do you want to do?"  I explained it...and He laughed and said..."Let ME get into the 'Act'...I will come out at the end...yell at the two of you...and turn to the students...and explain that we are trying to train PROFESSIONAL MUSICIANS." 

...I laughed, and said..."It is a deal."  He smiled...He knew that I was changing Majors...I had spoken to Him many times that I was realizing that Music would have be a Hobby with me...I had started the Cello and the Piano way too late in my life.  He actually got me to change my Major to Music Education for a while...but the thought of being a Music Teacher just didn't grab the essence of my inner self.  I mean...Music Teachers affected me much more positive than any other Teacher...but I just didn't imagine that I could do that...plus...I wasn't sure that I could handle working with large groups of TEENAGERS day in...day out...plus...every year...

...I WOULD HAVE TO CONFRONT ONE LIKE MYSELF...OR MAYBE EVEN TWO!!!!