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I meant to post about this MONTHS ago, but totally forgot!!! 

My husband is taking me to this con in 8 days.  We have never been, but it sounds like it will be fun.  As my husband has no interest in Boys Love stuff, I am taking a friend (or 2).  He will be hitting all the comic book stores in town while my friend(s) and I soak up the BL!  Just wondering if anyone else will be attending.  It is the weekend of November 20th - the 22nd.  In St Louis, MO, USA. 

There is a good website for the con - bishiecon.com

Depeche Mode - Music for the Masses.  Reason - it has everything I need, musicly. 

Hi everyone!  Hope things are going well with you all.  I've opened an online shop to sell some of my handcrafted items.  So far I've only got a few of my bookmarks up, but there's more on the way!

I believe in what I call Functional Art.  I know I don't need anymore clutter in my life, do you?  So I focus on making what I need beautiful as well as functional.  I'm not alone in this quest, I've discovered; it seems like more and more of us are trying to declutter our lives.  I'd love to help while adding some beauty.

Please stop by and take a look.  (And feel free to buy anything that suits your fancy!)

I'd also LOVE to hear some feedback on my pictures, if the items seem interesting... anything that might help make my shop a better place!  Pros and cons welcome!

So, go to elaavar.etsy.com 

Thanks for taking the time,

Ela Avar

The first.  Everything was fresh, new and exciting.  For us, for Harry, and for J.K. Rowling.

Hi all!  My husband just told me that he is taking me somewhere for a weekend in 2 weeks.  All he will say is 'There will be YAOI to buy there,' so it must be a comic con. 

What I need is a list of some stuff to look for.  As he and I are still jobless, we are only taking what I'm getting for my birthday - $500.00.  That's to pay for the hotel room too, so I won't have much to spend.  I want him to do some shoping to - he collects comics.  There's not much that I've bought in the last 6 months, so any suggestions you might have as to book titles and/or authors will be appreciated!

List away!!

I am looking for a fan fic about Akihito going off on a photography tour with his father.  Asami and Akihito had had a fight before he left.   Eventually they start communicating via email.  I thought it was written by Sunflower, but if it was, then I simply can't find it.  Can anyone help, please.  Thanks in advance!

As most of you now know, my mother died last October.  If you had asked me what I thought of her before then, I would have told you that I didn't particularly care for her that much:  She gave up on her dreams and blamed others for it.  I have never been able to respect that.  Now, however, I am realizing that she was actually one of my best friends.  The best example I can give is that when my husband and I were leaving the concert hall after seeing Duran Duran in 2005, it was my mother I couldn't wait to call and tell all about it.  And she was waiting by the phone, eagerly awaiting my call to hear all about it! 

She was a human, just like me and everyone else.  She wasn't perfect.  She screwd up a lot, just like me and everyone else. 

The part below was written by my sister-in-law for my mother's memorial.  I never knew my mother was proud of my talent.  She never told me.  All I ever heard was that no self-respecting woman would still be single at 30 ( I was 32 when I married) and that I should give up my art and settle down.

But then, she was always first in line to buy my works and give them as gifts to her friends... Who knows - My husband has always said Mother and I have a strange relationship.

So here it is, a view of my mother I never saw:

(by the way, I'm the Monkee Sue referred to in this thing)

Florence (Flo) Wilson

March 9, 1934 – October 20, 2008

 

Florence Wilson was my Mother-in-law, but she was also a loving wife (52 years), incredible mother, grandmother, sister and friend.

 

Today I have the honor of sharing a special memory with you, in celebration of her life.

 

Three years ago, I sat in the back bedroom of the Wilson’s home in an effort to gather pictures for their upcoming 50th Wedding Anniversary.  It was a day that I will cherish forever.  Florence, whom I call “Grandma”, sat with me for hours while Grandpa, Eric and our boys went to hit golf balls.  Grandma began to pull her perfectly organized photo albums from her shelves.  As we moved through each album, I realized that she was sharing her life’s journey with me.  Each picture brought back precious memories.  She reminisced about her younger days, growing up in Michigan with her brothers and sisters: George (Uncle Speed as we know him), John, Andy, Lee and Esther.  There were stories of old beaus, whom her protective sister didn’t want her to date; of best friends she will always remember.

 

We soon moved on to the love of her life, Eugene (Gene) Wilson.  She told of their courtship and shared wedding day memories like it was yesterday.  She proudly displayed pictures of her and her handsome Marine.

Each picture was like a fairy tale and I couldn’t wait to hear her stories about them.

 

We moved on to her children.  She started with her eldest, Chester, remembering a little man that was eager to learn about everything.  She spoke proudly of Chester earning his PhD in Botany and claimed him as her “Doctor of the family”. Next was Diane.  Diane was her “little lady”.  Together Diane and Chester were her “little adults”. Diane grew up and became a teacher, but her mother was most proud of her marriage to Bruce and the mother she had become. Our laughter filled the room as each page was turned.

 

We shared a special moment when she spoke of the sudden death of her third child at birth, Dean Leroy.  A child she never got to hold or comfort but was never forgotten in her heart.  We shared a somber moment but soon lightened our spirits when she turned the pages to her fourth child, Eric, my husband.  Eric was referred to as “the destroyer”, a rough and tough little boy with a love for building, which inspired him to become an Architect, whom his mother was particularly proud of.

 
Last but not least came pictures of her baby girl Helen, also known as “Monkee Sue”.  Helen was her beautiful blonde, bright-eyed little girl, unique in her own loving way.  She was her creative child who always amazed her with her artistic talents. These were her children and she loved them more than life.

 

Following the children’s pictures were books filled with past memories of Marine Corps Balls; family camping trips, years of square dancing, bowling, children’s graduations, each of her children’s weddings, as well as a lifetime of friends.  She beamed with delight through each page of photos.

 

We soon came to her grandchildren, Christopher, Michael, Stephanie, Chandler and Zachary, all whom she loved dearly.  They were the icing on her cake.  Each possessed a special place within her heart.  There were photos of their births, christenings, dance recitals, soccer games, baseball games and school plays, all of which she made her priority to attend.  She was a proud grandmother.

 

We opened numerous albums of her travels with Grandpa.  She reveled in delight through the years of memories traveling the country in their Avion.  We couldn’t stop laughing when she came across a picture of Grandpa, dressed in her bathing suit for an Avion Traveler’s club skit.  She spoke of good friends and good times and treasured the time they had together traveling.

 

When we finished viewing the final album, I felt we had shared a special bond that would never be forgotten.  Each photo album was a stepping-stone in her life’s journey and she took the time to share them with me.

 

Her journey didn’t end in pages of those photo albums.  Her life took several turns when she was diagnosed with both lung & breast cancer, but that didn’t stop her. She was determined to live life to the fullest and fight till the bitter end.  She amazed us all with her resilience to persevere and never lost faith in the Lord.  She was a devout Christian, with a loving heart. She told me that all she ever wanted, she had.  She said “her family was her life” and it showed.

Her final journey has taken her to her eternal destination - heaven.  There she will no longer suffer, there she will find peace, and there she will watch over us till we meet again.

 

Each of us is here today because Florence Wilson touched our lives in a special way and she will forever be remembered.

I have long bee proud to belong to the church that I do, namely, the Methodist.  I believe whole heartedly in our motto 'Open hearts, Open minds, Open doors.'  It was the way I was raised as well.  Today, I had my faith in the truth of that motto both destroyed and proven in one hour:

I was running WAY late this morning, so I grabbed the first clean shirt I found and threw it on and ran out the door to get to church on time.  The shirt happened to be a pink tee that has the word LOVE written on it in rainbow colours.  I bought it last year to wear for Louisville's gay pride march.  When my husband realized what shirt I had on, he wasn't pleased.  I told him to get over it.

Then we got to church.  My husband runs the sound booth at our church, so everybody notices us as they come in to the chapel.  This weak, many of them noticed my shirt and proceded to be offended.  I got highly pissed, but (somehow) found the grace to keep quiet for once. 

Our minister is a great man - I've known this for a long time.  He proved it again today:  Seeing how people were reacting to me and what my shirt implied - remember, it says nothing about gay anything, just the word love - Our minister changed his preplanned sermon from the published subject of 'grace' to 'What, exactly, does 'Open hearts, Open minds, Open doors' mean.

Several people had the grace to be embarrassed of their reaction to me, saddly, many still grumbled.

I am a Christian, and I'm proud of that fact.  I always will be.  I know what the bible says about homosexuality.  I also know that it says not to judge and to love my neighbor and that everyone is my neighbor.  In fact, Jesus says that Love is th greatest commandment.  So that's what I do - I love.  I don't care what your sexual orientation is - That's between you and God.  My job (and that of everyone) is to love and help and support. 

Fuck, am I even making any sence?  I am so disappointed.  We have several (not openly) gay people in our church.  How must they hae felt this morning?  How can people talk one way and act so completly oppisite? 

I am 41 years old, but I guess I am still a child when it comes to faith both in God and in people.  I always think if I get it then everyone does as I'm not that bright.  But I guess everyone doesn't get it.  Love isn't hard.  If you just do it, then you can't hate, or judge - there's no room for that crap in love.

whatever, at least my minister gets it...and, yes, my husband does too.  He wants me to wear the gay pride shirt I bought at last year's festival next Sunday.  For peaces sake, I won't, but I love him for saying it.

I've tried to come back and write more, but I and my husband, like so many others have been laid off from our jobs.  With unemployment checks being such an unfunny joke, we are having to scramble to pay the bills.  We are working feverishly to get our house up for sale (and sold before we can't make a mortgage payment - thank God we bought way below what we could then afford!!!!)  I'm even selling some of my prized manga collection and Saron is selling most of his Transformers and Star Wars collections.  Next comes the Star Trek collection...I don't know if I'll survive that - Star Trek IS LIFE!!!!!!

For any one who is interested, I have started a blog atyearofflux.blogspot.com
I started this blog to hopefully help others in my same boat and to (again hopefully) get some help in return.  I've always felt better after writting things down.  For some reason, no onw can leave comments at my blog, so I have also linked it into my facebook page. you can find that by going to facebook and doing a search for Ela Avar.  I'm the only one.  you'll see a picture of a cute puppy - my Lacey. 

I'd love to hear from people about what they think - about the situation and about my blog.

Thanks for reading this.  Hope all is well with all of you!

Ela

GOD.  A simple, one word answer and He is still the best answer!

I hope everyone is having a Merry Christmas!!

This is just a note to anyone who might be wondering why I haven't posted another chapter of Chasing Freedom.  To be totally blunt, my mother died on October 20th, and this Christmas season is turning out to be much harder to deal with than I could have imagined.  I had no idea that one person could influence so much.  From the cookie receipe that's written in her small hand writing to the box of cards I had made for her ( I make Christmas cards) that I have no idea what to do with now...She is everwhere in everthing about Christmas - except here. 

I have written a bit more, but the tone is quite a bit darker than I'm wanting for this story, so I'm postponing it until I can lighten it up some. 

Thanks for your understanding,

ElaAvar

Princess Diana.  My heart is still broken over it.  It was such a waste!  A simple seat belt and she would have (most likely) survived.  Her boys would have had their mother. 
My friends and family were very concerned after her death; I am a recovering anorexic and always felt that if she could overcome it, then so could I. 
Also, my family remembered how hard I took John Lennon's death. They weren't looking forward to my reaction to Diana's. 
It just makes me so mad!!!!  Wear your blasted seat belts!!!!!!!!!

I miss the best show ever created - FIREFLY!!!!

Title:  Chasing Freedom
Pairing:  Asami & Aki (with some of my own characters thrown in)
Rating:  PG 13 (mostly for language, so far)

Disclaimer:  Yamane Ayano owns VF - I'm just having fun with it!

Summary:  What happens when Aki decides he just might like a girl?

I keep asking myself - What was Asami thinking when he saw Akihito with Misao? I’m going to try to answer that here…

 

 

( A little Aside of asami's POV and Chapter Three of Chasing Freedom )

 

Title:  Chasing Freedom
Pairing:  Asami & Akihito (with a few characters of my own thrown in)
Disclaimer:  VF belongs to Yamane Ayano, I'm just borrowing them!
Rating:  PG 13 for now ( mostly for language)

Note:  This is the second chapter of the once un-named fan fic I started in my first post.  Hopfully I'll get all the logistics right this time.  I hope you enjoy the chapter!  Thanks for reading and to all who shared your good advice - thank you very much!!!

( Chapter Two of Chasing Freedom )