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Dreams, Richard Armitage and Y’all.


I had two dreams recently. One a couple of nights ago, and the other, just this afternoon.  In the first, I was in some sort of auditorium, perhaps a theatre. Details are rather hazy. I was sitting right next to the aisle and I remember feeling very anxious and tense–antsy. I was anticipating something or someone, but I couldn’t tell you what it was.  I felt very–vulnerable.

And suddenly HE was near me, about to walk by me. I was suddenly very much aware of Richard Armitage‘s presence. I think I froze.

And then something rather miraculous happened. He stopped and he talked to me. He talked to me as if we were well acquainted, old friends.


He leaned down and gave me a quick, warm hug with one arm. I remember touching his other arm.  He was smiling and there was genuine affection in those glorious blue eyes. I can’t tell you what he said or what I said, because I don’t recall–but I do remember how it made me feel. Encouraged. Uplifted. Happy. One of the best dreams I have had in ages.

The second dream: Details are even more hazy with this one than the first. But it must have been rather enjoyable because when I woke up, I was–coming. Yes, in *that* sense of the word.  I can’t tell you the last time I had an erotic dream, let alone one with such a stimulating result.

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(Oh, Thorin, wipe that sweet-yet- knowing smirk off your face. I can’t remember just who may have inspired this. Maybe you or another ChaRActer, maybe the CReAtor.  I just don’t know . . .)

So, what do these dreams mean, if anything, other than the superficial–that I’d love to meet Mr. A and have such a wonderful time of it and that there may be snow on the roof but still a bit of fire in the old furnace?

In my mind, the Richard in my first dream actually represents all of you. I’ve been so down, so stressed, so exhausted, my outlook bleak–and then, you, fellow RA fans, you came along and offered me so much support. Words of encouragement, virtual hugs, sound advice, offers of assistance from all over the world. And that means the world to me. And somehow, it really felt as if Richard himself was smiling at me, hugging me, laughing with me.  Reminding me I am accepted, loved, valued.  That no matter what happens, I have the blessing of true friends in my life.


I am glad RA came into my life in large part because it brought all of YOU into my life.  Many thanks.

As for the second dream–since I took that little break, I think the various juices are starting to flow again.  Creative and otherwise.

I am planning to go on a photography expedition with Mary, owner of the local art gallery that is soon to open, my friend Stacey (art teacher on sabbatical, fantastic vocalist and budding photographer) and some others on Thursday. Looking so forward to visiting communities around and about, and spending time with creative people.  Ideas are dancing in my head again.  Thinking of entering some of my photos in the local fair competition this year.  And am pleased to report I should be selling some of my stills shot at our most recent PRP event, a lovely birthday celebration for a 96-year-old lady in my hometown.  I think we will also be getting great word-of-mouth advertising from this for the video production company  . . .

I am excited about my new blog, too. If you haven’t visited it yet, it’s at http://angieklong.wordpress.com : “Honeysuckle & Sweet Tea: Southern Reflections.” Here at TAE, I am planning to switch to Tuesdays for Thorin, keep Guyday on Fridays, and post one other day during the week. I plan to post twice a week at H&ST. Sometimes it may end up being twice a week here and three times there.  Other times, when there is more going on in Armitage World, I may post more frequently here. I am just trying to stay relaxed about it all. Keeping it fun is my motto. Not stressing out over things that just don’t deserve that kind of attention . . .


I get by with a little help from my friends–and my stylist


As you regular readers all know, I haven’t been in the most positive frame of mind in recent days. I’ve felt tired and old and poor and frumpy and simply overwhelmed by life’s circumstances.

Sometimes,  a girl just needs to go to the salon. I was overdue for a haircut and my roots cried out for help.  I do have a bit of money tucked away from the sale of the pretties . . .

When I saw on FB that my stylist was offering 10 percent off all services today, it was a clear sign. A sign to rid myself of a few inches of hair (I’d reached the point where I felt the mane was one more thing wearing and weighing me down) along with the white roots that were glaring at me every time I looked in the mirror and making me feel positively ancient. Not to mention those pesky eyebrow hairs and those on the spot we incorrectly call the upper lip (it’s a ‘stache, OK? I have one. Blonde, thankfully, but a ‘stache none the less).

And so I spent a relaxing time of it at the Phoenix this afternoon, getting waxed and colored and cut and flat-ironed. I feel a little guilty (OK, it doesn’t take much to make me feel that way) but I also feel—renewed. I had to give the ladies in the salon a downright sassy toss of my head that would do Sir Guy of the luscious long locks proud. Made them laugh. That made me feel good. I like to make people laugh and feel good.




And so yes, I do feel better tonight. I am still experiencing some physical pain, but it’s more manageable. I have more hope tonight, and a lot of that is down to you lot. Thank you. Bless you.  You really are a grand group of people, and it makes me feel so proud to be a part of such a lovely group of bright, witty, caring, generous, kind individuals. Believe me when I say I am mulling over what many of you have said in both your blog comments and your emails.  Decisions to be made. Changes to be embraced. *gives a sassy toss of her sleek blonde hair*

It’s Friendship Day: Thank You, RA, and all my RA friends



A friend is a precious thing. A true friend encourages and supports you; they cheer you on when you need it and give you a good prodding when you need that, too. And when you’re sad and hurting–physically, mentally, emotionally–they hurt right along with you.



A friend understands that sometimes all you need is a compassionate heart and a listening ear. You don’t expect the other person to solve all your problems or cure all of your ailments; you simply need to know you are not alone in the darker parts of your journey.

And when the moments are happy ones, celebratory ones, well–they celebrate right with you! They get silly and goofy and slap happy and make the experience even more enjoyable. It’s true–sharing with our good friends multiplies our joys and divides our sorrows.

I think Richard Armitage is the kind of person you’d want for a friend. Kind, considerate, sensitive to other people’s feelings, a team player with a great sense of humor (with a little bit of a naughty side): just knowing you’d see that smile on a regular basis would surely lift one’s spirits.


But wait, I do see that smile on a regular basis. He does lift my spirits and helps me through the hard times.

Richard isn’t technically my friend, as he doesn’t know me from Adam’s house cat, and yet–what a lovely, benign, encouraging presence he is in my life.  My life is all the richer because of Richard Armitage. After all, were it not for him, I wouldn’t have come in contact with all you lovely, funny, witty, bright, kind, generous, creative folks!

So on this Friendship Day, I give thanks for that extraordinary friend I haven’t yet met, Richard Armitage, and for all those I have come to know through this blog and the RA fandom in general. Let me simply say–y’all ROCK!!





Yep. It’s warm & fuzzy time. Hope you don’t mind . . .


I am feeling all warm and fuzzy at present. I got that lovely message from Samm, our Make-A-Wish girl (in case you missed it when I posted it in comments, here it is, right below Samm’s photo):

photo from tumblr courtesy of DJ at Heirs of Durin

photo from tumblr courtesy of DJ at Heirs of Durin

I just wanted to stop by and thank you so much for your beautiful article. It warmed my heart beyond belief. I can’t even begin to form words to thank you and the kind people who commented on it. i am beyond words, you have brought my spirits up so much, I know I sound like a broken record, but thank you. 

Yep, I cried again. What can I say? I am a big, sappy, sentimental puddle of goo when it comes to stuff like this.
It’s been kind of tough around here the last several days–day after day of rain, hour after hour of steady drizzle with intermittent downpours and some pounding thunderstorms. It’s left us with soggy ground, lots of puddles, half-flooded roads and a raucous cacophony of frogs croaking outside our windows and patio door.  Haven’t slept well, catching ZZZs whenever I could, the FMS making things uncomfortable much of the time.  A sort of grey drizzle seemed to seep into and settle in my psyche.
 Finally saw some sunshine break through the layers of clouds in the sky today and hardly knew what to do with myself. So I took a walk. I almost felt as if I was escaping prison!  Free! Free at last!
 (What is that on the band on my hat? Did one of Radagast’s birds poo on me? Hmmmm . . .)
The world is green here. Our road on my return trek to the house.
I could imagine the couple below walking along it, hand in hand . . . just enjoying the outdoors and the joy of being in one another’s company.
Which reminds me of another couple I happen to know . . . who happen to like each other an awful lot.
And speaking of blooms, I found various flowers growing wild along the side of the road on a recent walk (devant le deluge)  and gathered them for a small bouquet on my kitchen windowsill.
I liked it so much I had to photograph the flowers and then play with the images in editing. That little bundle of flowers gave me a lot of pleasure.
And these thoughts have all gelled to remind me that this maxim is, quite often, true:
And today I did some of these things–studied the clouds,  talked with a friend on the phone and not just Facebook,
made my own music by singing aloud in a robust soprano as I walked, luxuriated in a delicious-smelling spa soap in a relaxing shower, played with my cat, and yes, took a nice long nap . . .  none of which cost me a thing except time and attention and the willingness to simply–be.
Thank you, Mother Nature, friends, my darling husband, music, books,sleep, all the things which give me pleasure and lift my spirits and remind me not to give up.
And thank you also to the lovely man who has given me immeasurable enjoyment over the past six years  . . .
Uhm–hmmmm.  In his various and sundry incarnations . . .
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Thank you, RA.  You darling, lovely, adorable man, you. Told you I was in a warm and fuzzy mood, didn’t I?

Guyday Friday: Sir Guy returns to tease & take care of LW


“Oh, good grief, Sir Guy, I think my insides have been turned out,” Ladywriter groaned as she fell back against the pillows, gingerly stroking her tummy.

“Ahhhh, and not in a good way, I fear,” the Dark Knight murmured. He raised one quizzical brow and proceeded to prop his glossy black boots on the bed railing as he leaned back in the chair, arms characteristically folded across his broad chest.

“When is it ever?” LW groaned.  She’d woken up in the wee hours hungry after missing a couple of meals the day before, and now had paid the price for that peanut butter and banana sandwich, followed by a fun size Twix bar. So much for fun.

It had tasted good at the time . . . cursed Irritable Bowel Syndrome!

“Well . . . I have been known to do unusual things to ladies’ insides,” Sir Guy drawled, that devilish gleam in his kohl-rimmed blue eyes teasing her.

A gimlet-eyed Ladywriter snorted and threw a pillow at him, which he nimbly caught and then tossed aside. His eyes softened and, setting his boots on the carpet, he leaned forward to take LW’s hand and give it a gentle squeeze.

“Forgive me, dearest LW. I cannot resist being playful with my favorite queen of her own alternate universe . . . truly, shall I bring you something to give you comfort?”

“A Coke on ice–lots of ice. And–we could just sit and talk for a while . . . it’s been a difficult week, Sir Guy.” LW gave a little sigh and smiled up into those beautiful azure eyes.I’ve missed you, my favorite hot velveteen henchman.”

He returned her smile, and she did feel a curious sensation–butterflies in her stomach?–that was a definite improvement on her earlier condition. 

Oh, the effect you do have on us, my beautiful Gisborne.

“Of course you’ve missed me, and I, you.” Sir Guy pressed a kiss to the palm and then the back of her hand. “I am forever yours.”

And forever, Friday will be—Guyday in the kingdom of Lady Writer.

It’s Guyday Friday!!







When you’re down and troubled and you need a helping hand,

and nothing, oh nothing is going right,

close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there

to brighten up even your darkest night . . .

If the sky above you should turn dark and full of clouds

and that old north wind should begin to blow,

Keep your head together and call my name out loud

Soon you’ll hear me knocking at your door  . . .  From “You’ve Got a Friend” by Carole King

Friends allow us to multiply our joys and divide our sorrows. They offer a listening ear and a shoulder to lean on and, if ncessary, to cry upon.  Love–and friendship–covers a multitude of sins.  A friend is someone with whom we can be ourselves without fear of judgement, without the need to walk on eggshells in their presence. A friend loves us because of our strengths and in spite of our weaknesses.  Friends can be found within our families and our neighborhoods; they can also live on the other side of the country or the world.

Never feel you must limit your pool of friends to those in or of the same age group, social background, nationality, religion or creed.  The common ground we can discover within one another can be astonishing.

A true, steadfast friend is a treasure, a blessing and a delight. Ain’t it good to know you’ve got a friend?

You’ve got a friend. Ain’t it good to know?

Like a bridge . . .


We all need our bridges over troubled water from time to time in our lives. Right now, this song seems to particularly touch my heart. And Art Garfunkel–what an angelic voice! What a talent.

Again, thank you to everyone for your words of encouragement and support. Here are some lovely images of Mr. A’s characters serving as and discovering their own bridges  over troubled water. It’s my thank you to you all.

Happy Guyday Friday the 13th!


“Your readers seem to be glad to have you back, LW.”

“They are glad to have both of us back, Sir Guy. It seems there was great sadness in Armitage World over the thought of no Guyday Friday.”

An irresistible smirk spreads across his face, those kohl-rimmed azure eyes glinting with light. He does so enjoy being loved. It made up for, well–a lot of things he has suffered in life.




“Do you know one of the things I have always admired about you, Sir Guy?”

He raises a dark brow, his voice a soft velvet rumble. “No . . . but you’re going to tell me.”

“As much as life kept kicking you in those extemely handsome teeth of yours, you never completely gave up. You wouldn’t concede defeat, not to Robin, or–her–or the Sheriff or Prince John or–anybody.  Not when you were tied to a tree–twice–or stuck in a cage or rejected again and again and again.  You’re a fighter, Sir Guy, and I don’t just mean your skill with your sword.”

His lips twitch. “As your fan vid says, ‘I get knocked down, but I get up again, nothing’s ever gonna keep me down?'”

“Precisely so.”

He tilts his dark head, folding his arms across his chest. “So–you are saying I am a sort of–role model?”

She smiles up at him. “Yes, in your own unique and beautiful way, Sir Guy, I think you are. You’ve always been my hero, anyway.”

Another one of those irresistible smirks. “Not Justin Beiber with scruffy facial hair?”

“NEVER. Not from day one.”

His brow furrows a little. “But you didn’t–love me from the very first, did you?”

“Well, let’s say it took me some time to warm up to you. I had to catch some glimpses of the good man beneath the bad boy exterior. Mind you, I always DID like that exterior . . .” She gives him a flirtatious smile and bats her eyelashes. “After all, how could any self-respecting female with a pulse not respond to THAT?”

“You’re teasing me again, Ladywriter. You must be feeling better.”
She inclines her head and gives a little sigh. “A bit battered and bruised, but–yes. Better.”

“She’s not gonig to win, is that? That–woman.” The sneer is all too evident in his voice. Sir Guy does disdain so beautifully.

“No, she’s not. Oh, I don’t know what the ultimate outcome of all this will be, but I will tell you this. What’s she managed to accomplish is to show just how strong and united your Creator’s followers are. Her actions have allowed me to see more than ever that you and I have a great many friends–good friends, honorable ones, kind and true. United we stand.”

She flashes him a rather wicked grin. “And frankly, Sir Guy, Karma is a you-know-what. And in life we eventually get what we so richly deserve . . .”

“That’s the spirit, LW.”

selected lyrics from the song “Fighter” Christina Aguilera. They seemed particularly appropriate, wouldn’t you agree?
May Guyday Friday the 13th be particularly lucky for you.

‘Cause if it wasn’t for all that you tried to do, I wouldn’t know

 Just how capable I am to pull through

 So I wanna say thank you

 ‘Cause it made me learn a little bit better.

 Makes me that much stronger

Makes me work a little bit harder

It makes me that much wiser

So thanks for making me a fighter

 Made my skin a little bit thicker

Makes me that much smarter

 So thanks for making me a fighter
Never saw it coming, all of your backstabbing . . .

I heard you’re going round playing the victim now

But don’t even begin feeling I’m the one to blame

 ‘Cause you dug your own grave

After all of the fights and the lies ’cause you’re wanting to haunt me

But that won’t work anymore, no more, It’s over

 ‘Cause if it wasn’t for all of your torture I wouldn’t know how to be this way now and never back down

So I wanna say thank you