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I am really pretty easy to please as long as you make at least one of the principle characters miserable in one shape or form.  Give them emotional, mental or physical trauma I don't care; but I love h/c and angst and this requires turmoil.  I also like dead!snape and/or dead!hermione; honestly grief is a great form of angst.

What I don't like:  Don't give me fluff or saccharine sweetness I am a realist and these characters have seen too much for me to find them believable in such a circumstance.  I am not partial to humor especially the slapstick variety (I see enough of that in my real life).

I read fic so I can get lost in someone else's world so suck me in and make me want to weep and I will love you!
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( May. 11th, 2011 07:59 pm)
On LJ I went through my friends list and there are those who I have not heard from in forever and a day.  Nothing personal mind you, but if you have been dropped and really did not want to ie you enjoy listening to my work rantings and stupid customer commentary then drop me a note.
So there is an example of my crocheting skills outside of all of the in progress afghan pics.  This is a scarf I made for [ profile] droxy last January.  

I am going to be offering a scarf in bid winners choice of color(s) for the TPP Every Flavor Auction
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( Jul. 25th, 2010 05:56 pm)
The lovely and talented [ profile] cosmiccoz has gifted me with the most lovely wolf drawing!  It is absolutely gorgeous!  I simply must share it with the world.

I am touched beyond belief.  Know darling this will be printed and framed to hang in my home!

clicky for gorgeous )
With my hair who else could I be with?
Who is your Harry Potter Mate
Your Result: Severus Snape

You like your mate with a dry wit and a sharp tounge. You do not mind the emotional baggage that comes with him. You may have to drag him kicking and screaming from the potion lab, but once his love is given, it will never waiver.

Harry Potter
Remus Lupin
Lord Voldemort
Albus Dumbledore
Ronald Weasley
Lucius Malfoy
Draco Malfoy
Who is your Harry Potter Mate
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( Jun. 19th, 2009 08:20 pm)
♥ If there is one person or more on your friends list who makes your world a better place just because they exist and who you would not have met (in real life or not) without the internet, then post this same sentence in your journal ♥

I have been greatly blessed by the friends I have made here and this is never more apparent than now.

I have been granted an audience with the A******.

Yeah Eagle has a new name.  After 15 weeks of the only communication being when he was in the hospital and I had to go fix everything I have had it.

The only reason he contacted me and invited me over is it is his birthday.

I am done.

Hugs to all who want them.

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( Jun. 19th, 2009 08:18 pm)
I have two invites.  Anyone interested send me a PM.
Today's dinner was one of those things that you know you shouldn't have had, but you just had to.

Let me explain carbs for an hypoglycemic are just as bad as they are for a diabetic but, but...
I just had to have a gourmet vegie pizza with garlic sauce on whole wheat crust. It has been so long since I have had pizza! It was delicious, but I can already feel my body revolting, I feel sluggish and sleepy already, as my body dumps far too much insulin into my system. But damn it was sooo good with spinach, artichokes, mushrooms, tomatoes and onions galore. Mmmmm I must give the left overs to my neighbor so I am not tempted to repeat my transgression.
Apologies first to the flist because I have not mastered "behind the cut". Lariope was supposed to give me an LJ posting lesson, but we ran out of time!

I arrived in NC on Thursday last week and the fun began. Much site seeing ensued as well as getting to go to school with teacher Lariope. I even got to attend graduation with her which surprisingly happened on the 22nd anniversary of my own high school graduation (am I really that old?).

The camera really did not make an appearance until Saturday when we hit the road for SC and our own little Carolina Con with Beffeysue

From left to right Irish(moi), Beffeysue and Lariope.

We laughed, talked, shared food and drink and played a game I had brought along from WI.

This is no ordinary clue game.  It is Harry Potter Clue and I was most fortunate to draw a very inspiring ally.

After a fun filled day Lariope and I spent the night in SC with all intents of driving home early the next morning we were on the road shortly after seven.  Only to have this happen...

Yes, we blew a tire on the road, but this nice southern gentleman stopped and put the donut spare on for us.  And then five miles down the road...

yup, we blew out the spare

This is a view inside the Walmart tire shop we sat outside of until 1:30 in the afternoon when they could change the tire because the south still has Blue Laws.

Let me tell you that was a shock for this little northern gal.

Never the less we had a wonderful time and would do it all again.

Here is hoping you have a fabulous day! | Send this image

I am so sorry I missed the actually day, but hope it was wonderful all the same.


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( Jun. 10th, 2009 05:53 am)
It is amazing how fast time can fly when you are having fun. I returned yesterday from what I will affectionately call "Carolina Con". There was no cosplay, no forums and no ball, but a grand time was had by all.

I am back to the grind getting ready for work so I promise a more lengthy post tonight and if I can get my tale in gear there will even be picspam.

Hugs to all
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( Jun. 3rd, 2009 08:10 pm)
Yes, it is crazy and yes it is insane, but I do not care in 660 minutes and counting my jet plane will be taking off with the final destination being Lariope's.

Squee!!! After almost two years of LJ, email and phone we will finally get to meet in person.

My bags are packed, except for those items which must remain temperature controlled until I leave. 

I is so excited!
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( May. 29th, 2009 09:54 pm)
I'd don'd knowb if I hab a cold or if it is sinus or if I have grown into allergies, but whatever it is had better take a hike.  I leave on vacation in 6 days!
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( May. 24th, 2009 07:46 pm)
Yes, I cannot believe it, but dear sweet [profile] elise_wanderer wrote this wonderful story just for me!  I so wonderfully mirrors how I feel today now could somebody tell me where Severus is hiding in my house?  I've looked all over.

For Irishredlass


“Oh,” Ron was saying, “there’s this pick-up game....”

He looked positively pitiful, and Hermione’s heart sank. She put on a brave face, however. “No problem, Ron,” she replied with a cheerfulness that he only chose to hear. “We’ll do it another time.”

“Next weekend,” he answered eagerly. “I promise!”

She pulled back from the Floo and sank into her chair with a pitiable sigh.

She looked across at the shaft of mid-morning sunlight twirling dust motes into the stuffy, silent staff room and resisted the impulse to cry. It wasn’t that he didn’t care. It couldn’t be that. But he always seemed to put her second (or even third–there was that time with Seamus and Declan that still rankled whenever she thought about it).

Hermione swallowed hard and chewed her lip. If she was being honest–and she did try–her pride was the biggest victim here. Ron could be fun, but he could also be very high maintenance, and she could still salvage the day. It just hurt that she didn’t seem to come first anymore. Hadn’t for a long time. It would be nice to come first with someone.

“Fuck him,” she muttered aloud and stood up to leave the room.

And froze in place.

Because the empty room was not quite empty.

Glittering black eyes met hers in cool appraisal. He had risen from his own seat, apparently about to make a silent exit, but now he stood in the opposite corner of the room watching her. His eyes were unreadable.

Hermione blushed, embarrassed, and started to turn away.

“Fuck him indeed,” came the voice from the corner, a soft challenge spoken with the raspy aftermath of Nagini’s attack.

Her head flew up. “I beg your pardon?” she asked sharply.

“He’s making quite a habit of this,” Severus replied, his words still quiet but containing an unmistakable sharpness.

“I have no idea what you mean,” she retorted, just as sharply, though of course she was lying.

“He’s an ass, you know,” Severus continued as though she had not spoken.

Hermione slumped against the armchair trying to control her emotions. “He’s just–“ she began, but Severus had taken three rapid steps toward her, grasped her by the arm, and effectively silenced her.

“Don’t apologize for him,” he spat. “He’s a selfish ass who doesn’t even remotely deserve–“ All at once, he stopped himself and blinked down at her. He seemed surprised to find her suddenly so close. He drew a ragged breath.

Startled, Hermione simply looked at him, feeling as though she might really be seeing him for the first time. Three years as colleagues had given her little opportunity to know him any better, though he had treated her with distant respect all this time. Recently, though, he had taken to ducking out of her way and had seemed to put as much distance as possible between them at obligatory weekly staff meetings.

This was the closest she could ever remember being to those piercing eyes, and she took advantage of the suspended moment to study his face, all sharp angles and unknowable mysteries. All at once she wanted to touch his cheek. Where had this impulse come from? Almost of its own accord, her hand raised, and the tips of her fingers brushed his flesh, and he shivered at the contact.

“Habit?” she managed to ask in a very tiny voice.

He flinched back but did not break her touch completely.

“Severus,” she breathed, and there was wonder and question and possibility in that breath. His eyes flickered, and his lips parted just barely.

But it was enough.

For a heartbeat, his eyes closed, then flew open, his suspicion clear and sudden, but the hand at his cheek gentled to a caress.

“How...” she began, and her voice faltered before she mastered it once more, “how long?” she finally managed to ask.

His midnight eyes shimmered. “Forever,” he replied at last. “Forever.”
Okay, here is my problem:

I am beginning to think I am either the most expendable person in the universe or just a doormat and I do not know how to fix the problem, but I am getting tired of it.

First, there is my Eagle and his new twit. Last weekend was all a flurry, he was in the hospital and I was needed. I put everything on hold (not that I had any major plans) and went to his side. I spent the better part of 4 days in the ICU with him and then ran all of the needed errands when he was released. We made plans that I would go over there today and spend some time. I called last evening to confirm those plans and was told perhaps next weekend would be more convenient for them. They had decided that Sunday would be "chore day". So, I was put off because it was a higher priority that they weed and feed the lawn.

Then, there is my friend Cat. There have been any number of times I could name where I have dropped everything to be there for her. She is going through some difficult times with her daughter and she and her partner of five years have split. I have even assisted her financially because of the mess her partner left her with. Well, I just tried to call her to see what she was up to. She was very cold on the phone and I was simply told "I'm busy". (She was fishing, btw)

Shall we go on... basically I am the friend that is there whenever my friends need me: they can call on me anytime of the day or night (and they have)and I am there, I am counselor, emotional support, physical support, whatever they need I provide. Yet, I am not a priority to any of my friends. This is not the first time I have experienced these brush offs and I am getting just a little sick and tired of it. I value my friends and want to be able to spend time with them, but I am tired of being put off or rescheduled. Yet, time and time again I find myself willing to change my plans and schedules for them because this is the only way I can see them or spend time with them.

Is it wrong of me to feel insulted because weed and feed is more important? Is it wrong that I feel slighted because I friend I have been there for through thick and thin cannot spend 5 minutes talking to me because she would rather be baiting a hook?

How do I make the people in my life realize that they are making me feel used and useless at the same time? Or am I wrong? | Send this image


Happy Birthday Kingpig! 
I hope you have a marvelous day and may all your wishes for the coming year be fulfilled.



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( May. 21st, 2009 08:54 pm)
Well, in the interest to make this an actual account and not somewhere to use my fab icon made by avergoodun I will actually make an entry.

I have never actually had a "blog" account. I have LJ where all my fandom friends live and facebook where all the people I went to school with live, but nothing that is just me. I think, for the time being that is what this will be.

I got a kick out of Lariope's post about Spidey. Sorry, my dear, Spidey would have been dead long ago had he lived in my bathroom. Word to the wise if you have anymore 8 legged friends you'd best tell them to go into hiding when the Irish witch comes to visit. Personally, St. Patrick would have had more of my respect if he had banished all of the spiders though, I have to thank him for sending Severus my way.

I am irishredlass here, irishredlass69 on LJ and irishredlass for all writing you may find by me.