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Elisa Gabrielle Geuss

Fri, 04 Aug 2006 03:43:52 GMT

Elisa Gabrielle Geuss was born on August 2nd at 4:45pm. She is 5 pounds 7 ounces, and 18 1/2 inches long and absolutely perfect.

~~Pictures to come soon.~~

Here are three pictures taken yesturday afternoon...under the cut

One last post...

Thu, 27 Jul 2006 03:39:03 GMT

before I go on my hiatus, I created some new icons, and a pattern set I decided to share.

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8 patterns made from scratch by me in PS 7.0

Here they are and enjoy!

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My bag is packed, and my paper bag at the ready...

Mon, 24 Jul 2006 23:13:18 GMT

I don't know who is more afraid of the upcoming delivery. My mother(who is actually having the baby) or me(who is not). I know that I am neurotic in normal situations, however the birth my baby sister has created a neurosis in me I didn't even realize that I could possess. I have packed, and repacked my bag(which contains books, food and the paper bag I will no doubt be breathing into for the entire delivery). I have read so many articles and books on birthing and that everything can go wrong that I was beginning to feel like I was going into labor. Child birth is, was and will always be a sick cosmic joke.

My mom is being induced on either 7/30/2006 or 7/31/2006 which means there will be about a month of silence afterwards.

Some icons to leave you with.

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Lady Gwen

Tue, 18 Jul 2006 03:09:05 GMT

There was a maid known as Gwen. She was of humble birth but a lady in her heart adn in her manner. She had hair as pale as winter sunlight, and eyes as green as moss. Her beauty was known throughout the land, and pleasing in form, she was a modest maid who, as her blessed mother had died in the birthing of her, kept the tidy cottage for her aging father. She did as she was bid and what was expected and was never heard to complain. Though she was seen, from time to time, walking on the cliffs of an evening and staring out over the sea as if she wished to grow wings and fly.

She kept the cottage, cared for her father, and walked the cliffs alone. One day, wehn she was taking flowers to the grave of her mother, for she was curied near the well of Saint Declan, she met a man - what she thought was a man. He was tall and straight, with dark hair waving to his shoulders and eyes as blue as the bluebells she carried in her arms. By her name he called her, and his voice was like music in her head and set heart to dancing. And in a flash like a lightning strike, they fell in love over her dear mother's grave with the breeze sighing through the tall grass like faeries whispering.

However heart recognized heart, it was not the simple matter of a maid and a man taking hands and joining lives, for he was Carrick, the faerie price who lived in the silver palace under the hill where her cottage sat. She feared a spell, and she doubted both his heart and her own. And more her heart yearned, the more she doubted, for she'd been taught to beware of the faeries and the rafts where they gathered.

Even so one night, when the moon was rupe and full, Carrick lured Gwen from the cottage and onto his great winged horse to fly with her over the land and the sea and show her the wonders he would give her if only she would pledge him. his heart was hers and all he had he would give her.

And it happened that her father, wakeful with aches in his bones, saw his young Gwen swirl out of the sky on the white winged horse with the faerie prince behind her. In his fear and lack of understanding he though only to save her from the spell he was sure she was under. So he forbade her to have truck with Carrick again, and to ensure her safety he betrothed her to a steady young man who his living on the water. And Lady Gwen, a maid with great respect for her father, dutifully tucked her heart away, ceased her walking, and prepared to be wed as was bid her.

On first hearing, Carrick gave way to a black temper and sent lightning and thunder and wind to whip and crash over the hills and down the sea. And the villagers, the farmers and fisherman trembled, but Lady Gwen sat quiet in her cottage and saw to her mending.

At dawn Carrick mounted his winged horse adn flew up to the sun. He gathered fire from it, formed dazzling diamonds from it, and put it in a silver sack. And these flaming and magical jewels he brought to her at her cottage. When she went out to meet him, he spilled the jewels at her feet, and said to her, "I've brought you jewels from the sun. These are my passion for you. Take them, and me, for I will give you all I have, and more." But she refused, telling him that she promised to another. Duty held her and pride him and they parted, leaving the jewels amount the flowers. And so they became flowers.

On the day she married the fisherman, her father died. It was as if he'd held on to his life, with all its pains, until he was assured his Gwen was safe and cared for. So, her husband moved into the cottage, and left her before the sun rose every day to go out and cast his nets. And their life settled into a contentment and order.

While Gwen was living her life as was expected of her, Carrick lost his joy in music and laughter. One night, in great despair, he mounted his horse once again and flew up to the moon, gathering it's light, which turned into pearls in his silver bag. Once more he went to her and though she carried her first child in her womb, she slipped out of her husband's bed to meet him. "These are tears of the moon," he told her. "They are my longing for you. Take them, and me, for I will give you all I have and more." Again, though tears of her own spilled on her cheeks, she refused him. For she belonged to another, had his child in her, and would not betray her vow. Once more they parted, duty and pride, and the pearls lay on the ground became moonflowers.

So the years passes, with Carrick grieving and Lady Gwen doing what was expected of her. She birthed children, and took joy in them. She tended her flowers, and she remembered love. For though her husband was a good man, he had never touched her heart in its deepest chambers. And as she grew old, her face and body aging, while her heart stayed young with the wistful wishes of a maid.

As time is different for faeries then mortals, one day Carrick mounted his winged horse and flew out to the sea, and dived deep, deep into it to find its heart. There, the pulse flowed into this silver bag and became sapphires. These he took to lady Gwen, whose children had children now, whose hair had gone white and whose eyes had grown dim. But all the faerie prince saw was the maid he loved and longed for. At her feet he spilled the sapphires. "These are the heart of the sea. Take them, and me, for I wil give you all I have, and more."

At this time, with the wisdom of age, she saw what she had done by turning away love for duty. For never once trusting her heart. And what he had done, for offering jewels, but not giving her the one thing that may have swayed her to him.

And that was words of love - rather than passion, rather than longing, even rather than constance - she'd needed. But now she was old and bend, and she knew as the faerie prince couldn't, not being mortal, that it was too late. She wept the bitter tears of an old woman and told him that her life was ended. And she said that if he had brought her love rather than jewels, had spoken of love rather than passion, and longing and constancy, her heart might have won over duty. He had been too proud, she said, and she too blind to see her hearts desire.

Her words angered him, for he had brought her love, time and again, in the only way he knew. And this time before he walked away from her, he cast a spell. She would wander, and she would wait, as he had, year after year, alone and lonely, until true hearts met and accepted the gifts he offered her. Three times to meet, three times to accept before the spell could be broken. He mounted and flew off into the night, and the jewels at her feet became flowers. She died that very night, and on her grave flowers sprang up season to season while the spirit of lady Gwen, lovely as the young maid, waits and weeps for her love lost.

I love that story, though so very sad.

I've made some icons out of stock images, here you go.
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I'm calling from Dell Financial Services

Thu, 13 Jul 2006 01:49:18 GMT

So next Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday we are being audited by people from the real Dell Financial Services. This basically entails our Boss's bosses coming to our location and listening in on all of our calls to make sure that we collecting correctly. I'm not too worried about the actually listening part...I'm on relationship team, and I'm doing pretty damn good. However, I am more than a little worried about them asking me questions on why I did this and what I didn't do that. Needless to say, this next week I will be studying my manual like there is no tomorrow.

The countdown begins, only around 14 days until my mom gives birth. She's going to do a walkthrough of the hospital sometime in the next couple of weeks. I'm not invited. I like it that way, I would probably have a nervous breakdown. I more nervous about her giving birth than she is. It's not right.

I set up my icon journal, which is probably not going to be regularly updated (much like this journal) except for on the weekends, or when I can find a good amount of time to do it. abyssfulicons

Thats all for now.

I would find a way.

Sun, 02 Jul 2006 02:46:28 GMT

As of August 28th I re-start college. I'm going for a duel major of linguistics and modern languages. Pretty nifty eh?. I'm starting out going nights. I suppose thats good, it forces me to take only a few classes at a time..to sort of pace myself..unlike the first time I went to college I was taking 6 or 7 classes a semester and working. Nonetheless, I'm pissed because the college I'm going to does not have French at night. Only Spanish..which is a language that I, for some odd reason, just don't want to learn. I'm meeting with a guidance person within the next couple of weeks to see what we can do about me taking some french.

The countdown begins.
Within 4 weeks my little sister will be born. It took my mom 19 years, but she finally got around to giving me a sibling. I suppose its better with me at this age. I'm not quite as spoiled as I once was (by spoiled I don't mean buy me more things, I get everything I want spoiled...more along the lines of my mom was mine and mine alone). I can't wait. I already have the playpen/crib set up in my room and everything. I'm sure my excited may dwindle after a couple weeks of no sleep, but until then I'm enjoying the thought of a baby in the house.

As always, I have some icons. I decided to try yet another style. There are 9 Nana: Live action icons, and 10 Pirates of the Caribbean 2 icons. I really liked some of the Nane icons, I don't know how much I like the Pirates of the Caribbean icons though. Alas, enjoy!

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For the moment, this journal is doubling as my icon journal as well.

Oh pictures galore!

Wed, 28 Jun 2006 03:42:09 GMT

So the pictures on the digital camera finally got around to getting uploaded.
The ducks behind my apartment had ducklings.
My uncle came to visit with my new cousin Amelie.
And the boys.

Mommy duck #1

Mommy duck #2

The wee little ducklings

Mommy was a bit protective...and also had a limp. Thankfully the limp cleared up

The Boys -- Alec & Tyler

Alec asleep in the crib in my room..giving it a test run for Elisa

Shauna..my step-cousin #1..she's a weird one

Shauna..my step-cousin #2..

Amelie & Paulie

Amelie

Amelie...I can't wait to have one of these running around..4 more weeks

My mom in a really horrible quality picture...8 months pregnant

Night.

100 in 100 : Garden State

Fri, 23 Jun 2006 04:57:26 GMT

Status:
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&Date due: September 28, 2006
&Last update: July 9, 2006

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It was bitter sweet

Mon, 19 Jun 2006 01:05:07 GMT

So in an odd twist of fate my mother spent the entire weekend out on the town while, I, spent the entire weekend home. If it weren't for the fact I was happy she was finally getting out and about I find the situation a little embarassing. Alas, I am the hermit in the family.

I like a boy. I feel like a teenager again.

I start fooling around in photoship with gradiants and the lighten layer setting and came up with some Mulan icons. The closer it comes to Elisa's birth the younger I act. I've refound my love for Disney.

Here are a few of the Mulan icons:

The rest are as usual at my Icon Journal

xxsteph.

Leave me to myself.

Sun, 18 Jun 2006 18:03:25 GMT

I start college August 28th. I'm going for Linguistics and Modern languages. I've always loved languages so it seems like a perfect fit. Elisa Gabrielle Geuss, my little sister, is going to be born around August 1st, 2006.

I've recently gotten back into House M.D. Easily one of the best on TV today. I did a batch of icons and tried a new coloring style. I like it. Some examples:

The rest are at my icon journal.

xxsteph.

hello.

Sun, 18 Jun 2006 17:18:20 GMT

Abyssful is my journal. Mostly open to the world, part private and part friends-only. If your looking for my icons they are located here. Enjoy.

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