Work, yeah, she is kicking my ass right now.  Been pulling ridiculously long hours trying to get the website from hell online.  When it’s finished, it may very well rock, but till then, it’s the bane of my mo’ fo’ existance!

For those who’ve inquired, and thank you for your interest (!!), my son and his girlfriend lost the baby.  :(  I just got my head wrapped around it, he just got his head wrapped around it, she just got her head wrapped around it… and gone.  They are heartbroken, as am I, but the universe, she be a fickle bitch.  Today was just not a good day for them, sayeth the universe.

Several of you have inquired about Christi, my friend who has been missing since April.  As of yet, she has not been found, but thankfully law enforcement has been given a little more time to connect the dots.  The piece of shit responsible has been treated to five years with no parole on an unrelated charge.  It’s not enough, and I don’t think there will ever be anything that is “enough”, but hopefully it gives them enough time to find her and nail his ass to the wall.

Goddess, please let me be one of the ones holding the hammer.

Life moves on as life will.  Through a tragedy I caught up with old actors in the play of my life and am sitting here awestruck at how grown up some of them have become.  And some of them… wow, just as beautiful as I remember.

There’s a lot more to say, sadly I’m at a loss for words these days (I hear you snickering back there, shut up, it happens) so I’m signing off for now.

Thanks for tuning into As Sabre’s World Turns.  Please leave donations and shiny gifts of love at the door on your way out.

Yours faithfully,

- Mistress Sabre

Sunday’s child is full of grace

Unless, of course, you are looking at the less correct (and sadly more popular) version, which lists Sunday as the Sabbath (hello, that’s Saturday people) and is as follows:

But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.

Either way, somehow, when I wasn’t looking I found myself turning 40.  Forty.  Four decades.  The hell?

But I was thinking, “Forty, that’s not so bad.  I’m not that old, really.  I certainly don’t feel old!”  And then, as Fate would have it (because she’s evil), something happened that threw the whole thing out of whack.

While in the middle of my vacation (photos!), my first born son dropped a bombshell.  Yep, it’s exactly what you are thinking it is.

Yours truly, the Great Mistress Sabre, is going to be a grandmother.  Nonna or Nona, but uh, yeah, no one is calling me Grandma and getting away with it.  That means you too, Mr. Smarty Pants Tetris.

So, on my birthday, as I wrap my brain around being a 40 year old grandmother, I’d like to send out a message or two.

Drew?  Thanks babe, almost gave your mama a heart attack.  I am quite sure that you and Jen are going to make very good parents though, and you will most certainly have a very beautiful child.  And of course, your child will do no wrong.  Ever.  At least not in my eyes.  *evil laugh*

Great Aunt Dawn?  Way to keep that a secret!  Gawd.  I’m still working out how to get even with you.  Sheesh.

Oh, and Great Uncle Todd?  Just who do you think they are going to call for emergency baby sitting?  Laugh it up, brother, because it’s going to be really difficult for them to call me at 1000 miles away.  You?  Yeah, not so much.  Have fun with that!

On a serious note, I do rather look forward to this.  There is a lot of fun to be had.  Like buying that child every loud toy I can get my hands on.  And everything messy and bound and determined to trash the carpet.

And the visits?  “Awww, is Daddy being mean to Nonna’s little angel?  Come here sweety, have some candy.”

Ah yes, vengeance shall be mine!  And I’ll be young enough to enjoy it!