tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-151116792024-03-12T16:21:31.688-07:00Alecya G's Plastic CastleA Suprise Every Time. Well, not every time.Okay, no surprises at all.Alecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.comBlogger270125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-20698739090690728952011-03-25T13:51:00.000-07:002011-03-25T13:52:30.293-07:00Thought I Was Dead, Didn't You?Almost. But not quite. I am beginning anew at <a href="http://plasticcastletours.blogspot.com/">Http://plasticcastletours.blogspot.com</a><br /><br />You should come visit me there. This is all ancient history now. :)Alecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-64654187022946269222010-05-04T06:58:00.001-07:002010-05-04T07:15:03.211-07:00You're going to spend the rest of your nights with the light onThis week is the busiest week of the year for me at work. We have both Cinco de Mayo and Mother's day in a five day period. I'm trying to decide if I am really excited or if I am anxious as all get out. I like being busy because it means I can make a lot of money, but I'm nervous because things tend to go wrong when we're busy. I also get stressed out, and I don't want to get a migraine because I've worried myself into peices. I'm trying to stay cool about all of it. I've got my fingers crossed. <br /><br />Kitten took her EPA exam for school yesterday and she's pretty sure she aced it. I'm really proud of her. The exam is to get the certificate she needs to be liscened as an HVAC worker. It's really important. She's been doing such a great job this semester. I have to say it again. I'm really proud. <br /><br />I've finished the rewrite of Hang a Shining Star. I finished it last week. Now I'm getting ready to go through and fix the little things, get it polished and see if I can start sending out my query letters. I've got a list of about 20 agents I'm going to start with. I'm really anxious about it. I think I can write a fabulous query letter. I'm planning on starting it this evening when I get off work. <br /><br />Getting an agent is a huge and important step towards becoming a published author. I worry because I don't have any other published writing credits to my name, and I know that will put off some agents. I've been looking at some of the short story publications out there, and I want to start submitting to them too, but I worry that if I start failing there, I'll get discouraged. I'm stuck in the middle for that one. Another thing that worries me is that I've not been to any writer's conferences, and it seems like a lot of writers are doing that as well. Something to plan on when I have extra time, I guess. <br /><br />I will say this, Kitten and my Beta have been super supportive. I know they both have faith in me. I have faith in my own writing ability. I'm trusting that the concept is great and its beautifully written. Or it will be by the time I'm done polishing. I think if I can get a partial request the writing will speak for itself. <br /><br />My mom has been really eager to talk about my writing too. I don't mind, except I think she has ideas about what it's like to be a published author that aren't exactly realistic. She is convinced I'll get picked up right away, that I'll get selected for Oprah's book club and I'll make millions and never have to work again. It's hard for me to explain to her that I'll probably have to have another job all my life, even if I am a published author. Even if I do get published several times. I do have hopes of becoming a bestselling author, but my genre is difficult to get published. I've read some bestsellers recently. I keep wondering how I'll even measure up when I read things like The Diviners or Corrections. It's so different from what I do. <br /><br />I've started on book #2. I suppose I should say book #2 has started on me. It wants to write itself and it won't let me go. Nevermind I'm not sur ehow I want to finish off the bad guy, or that I don't consider myself a genre writer or that I've not done all my research yet. There's just going to be blank spaces in the manuscript until I get to those things, because I'm not waiting for anything. The Muse is visiting and she doesn't stop by very often. I'll offer her some coffee while I send someone to the store for snacks. <br /><br />That's my writer and waitress and bartender stress out. I hope life is treating everyone well. <br /><br />Sarah/ag/xxAlecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-50608146688845118722010-05-02T05:37:00.000-07:002010-05-02T06:11:29.430-07:00I should have made you leave your keyAlright, so I made this blog a little harder to find, but it's still here. SO I suppose I can keep posting. I'd hate to give all of you up after all this time. <br /><br />Life update. Guitar Hero no longer lives with us. The short version is, the night before St. Patricks Day we laid a note on her bed letting her know how much she owed us for rent and utilities. We did this to remind her, because even though she's been living with us since december, she hadn't paid rent yet, because seh gave us $200 in december and we let it go for January and February because she had installed hardwood floors (costing about$150) in her bedroom. We figured that was fair and we should give her a break, she did just move and she's in school afterall. <br /><br />About 11 that night Kitten and I had finished up spending some quality time together and I was headed in to the kitchen to get some water and hunt for some cigarettes and she was in there eeating, she'd just gotten off work. She made a comment about how she had noticed we left the note about rent on her bed. She asked if Kitten was still up. I said sort of, rather than offending her by saying soemthing like "She's awake, but she's laying in bed naked and afterglowing, could this wait?" because we all know how Guitar Hero doesn't like to be reminded that other people, even married ones, might be getting some since she isn't. She asked if she could go in the bedroom since Kitten wasn't out of bed. I told her I would go tell her she wanted to talk, but she followed me into the room anyway. <br /><br />Cue akward conversation where Guitar Hero reminds us how we had told her she didn't have to pay rent until April (we didn't remember this conversation at all, ut hey - everyon's memories short out now and again, right?) So we say okay, and she says something like she doesn't want us tot hink she's skipping out on rent and she'd pay us the next month and wouldn't that be okay? We said sure and told her we wanted to sleep, since it was, you nkow, eleven and we both had to work the next morning. <br /><br />open scene on next morning, where I tromp off to Guitar Heros' room to get my clothes out of the dryer for work. It's empty. I'm not talking, she's not home. I'm talking all there was in there was a stripped bed and empty bookshelves and dressers. Some of her books were in laundry baskets in the floor. She moved out in the middle of the night!<br /><br />Now, I know, and you all know, she wasn't happy living with us. I have my own theories on why, but we assumed that she was going to stay until the end of the semester like she had agreed and if she wanted to move out then, no big deal, right? Well, apparently not. <br /><br />So we call Kitten's buddy Welder Girl and she picks up a new set of locks for us on her way to the house, she and Kitten carpool to school together. I call Perpet from work and ask her to sit at the house for us because we know Guitar Hero is going to show up to get the rest of her stuff the minute Kitten heads out for school and I don't want Kitten missing class just so we know that she hasn't taken some of our stuff too. <br /><br />Guitar Hero shows up, as expected, shortly before Kitten heads to class. She notices Kitten at the door and asks what she's doing. Kitten replys "It looks like I'm changing the locks. Give me your keys." Guitar Hero fights with Kitten about how she needs to keep our house key for a few weeks yet. Kittten points out Perpet will be there to let her in and out that day, and she can call if she needs something else. <br /><br />Guitar Hero proceeds to cry (suprise. She's good at crying on command) and tells Kitten it was all so sudden and she had to take her new apartment right then, and she didn't mean to hurt Kitten and they were still best buds, right? Kitten calmly tells her she doesn't know what apartment complex she's staying in that needs her to move in between the hours of 11pm and 6 am but if that makes her feel better to say so, that's fine. And no, they aren't friends. GH says that she didn't know how to approach her about it, and it *was* sudden. Kitten tells her that we would have been nice and offered our truck and helped her move if she'd just asked, but she had to sneak out of the hosue in the middle of the night and what kind of peopple does that make us look like? GH gets mad then, and stomps to the back of the house saying of Kitten doesn't believe her it was short notice then she's crazy. Upshot of all this is, later when we weren't there GH mentions to her mom in Perpet's presence she's had her mail forwarded for two weeks. Sudden, my hind end. <br /><br />Anyway, shortly after this, maybe a week or so, Kitten starts getting crazy text messages from Guitar Hero. Over the next week or so they keep up. I've transcribed them here, because it really does demonstrate the crazy (I can't reproduce all the spelling and punctuation errors, only the elipses, they drove me crazy):<br /><br />Text #1: <br /><br />Hey…ive been thinking of u a lot lately…hope you are doing well <br /><br />Kitten doesn't respond, two days pass, then she gets this: <br /><br /><br />Text #2-6 (put together for continuity) <br /><br />I just moved down the street Kitten, I had absolutely no intention to move out of ur life… I wish you would talk to me so I know how u feel about things…I don’t know what else to do unless u talk to me…You may have given up on this friendship we have built together, but dammit Kitten, I wont give up on you, Its not worth throwing away over something as menial as the move, or maybe ive done something a lot worse to deserve this from you, and I just don’t realize it…that’s why u need to talk to me so I know, I cant just forget about u and everything weve had together, I just cant…maybe u feel differently, but I think You are worth the effort and more…please don’t shut me out completely <br /><br />Text #7-10 <br /><br />What do you want me to do? What can I possibly do to make us right again…it is tearing me apart to know that u are so incredibly angry with me…I thought that by moving out I would be able to save the friendship that all three of us had, after the disagreement with sarah…I felt more in the way…I felt like I was a problem or a hinderance to both of you…we never talked like we used to…it sucked…I thought if I gave u guys space again, everything would go back to like it was…but I guess I fucked up cause now u hate me…. <br /><br />Text #11-15 <br /><br />God, I wish u could understand where im coming from…but I guess you don’t. It was never you Kitten, we got along so well, I could see myself living with u till I was an old lady, I care about and will always love u dearly whether or not u choose to ever have anything to do with me again, but to live with a couple is so terribly akward and uncomfortable to me…I thought we could make it work…but sarah claimed her turf and I felt soo much in the way…I tried, and moving to portlandw u guys seemed like such a good idea cause I cannot see a life without u….but u and I both know that wasn’t gunna work anyways, why would a married couple want a roommate? I will just be in the way…but I could be livin down the street frm ya in a little bungalow and still see u <br /><br />A side note to mention that she was planning on moving up to WA when we head that way in the next few years. I'm glad we escaped the crazy following us...<br /><br />At this point the lovely Kitten sends back a text telling her 1, that she hates me and that means she hates Kitten, why would Kitten want to be friends with someone who hates her wife? 2, that she snuck out in the middle of the night like an abused wife and that's childish and 3, she doesn't hate her, she just isnt her friend anymore. Here is the follow up response, which came two days later <br /><br />Text #16-22 <br /><br />Ok, u go ahead and be mad w me. Your message was so very angry and cruel. To tell me I mean nothing, not even to be considered a friend, after everything I did for u two….cuts so deep and hurts more than words can ever describe…and maybe I didn’t handle things the way u wanted, and for that I am sorry.There was no time to talk bc it did happen so fast. And what little time there was, I didn’t kno how to bring it up w out hurtin anyones feelings. But I am trying to talk to u now I think we are both equally confused and hurt. But what it all boils down to is, I was uncomfortable, so I moved, end of story…I never said I couldn’t stand sarah…don’t put words in my mouth and quit coming up with ignorant excuses to be so angry w me. I love sarah just as much as I love you. All I ever did was to please u both, I know ur a unit, u are soulmates…why do u think I agreed to support u and be best man?? She is ur happiness <br /><br />Text #23-31 <br /><br />We talked after the disagreement, I thought we were ok…but I was uncomfortable around u both after that, I was afraid to do anything that might upset u both, I didnt like that feeling, I didn’t knowhat to do or say…u even said urself sarah was uncomfortable too…I didn’t want anymore fights between any of us, I wanted it to go back to the way things were when we were so happy together…I thought by moving it would save all three friendships. But since u r being such a stubborn turd, I guess I destroyed it instead, but if u still cant see how much I loved u both, how much I did for u both and not care at all….Well then u are blind and that’s a shitty shame. So im sorry for coming into ur life and fucking things up.I guess im not entitled to my feelings and opinions…I guess its all about pleasing u both and making u happy…if u don’t care about me or want to put out any effort or understanding…Well then I guess I don’t need u in my life either….i am just so very sorry and disappointed that such a good ting had to end on such bad terms. <br /><br /><br />Point of interest here, I never "talked" with Guitar Hero after the so-called disagreement. Co-workers will tell you i was joking about the fact I was counting how few words I could say to her. Week one I got by on less than 20... <br /><br />Kitten tells her she isn't going to argue with her anymore and she's painting herself as the angel, so why bother. She also points out that if she is so desperate to be my friend again too, why isnt she blowing up my phone too? We get this shortly after. <br /><br />Text #32-38 <br /><br />I am not an angel…in fact I admitted to going about things the wrong way and for that I am sincerely sorry, I never knew things would get so damned blown out of proportion…what do u want me to say?? That im a horrible two timing sneaky bitch who never cared about u two, ever?? Well, u are a god damned fool to believe that. That’s fine, u stay mad, u hate me, don’t waste time or effort on me cause I don’t deserve it, maybe I never deserved it…ur always right and im completely wrong, screw u Kitten …u said I would never hurt me again and maybe I hurt u with all this and god I am sorry…I am so sorry….but jesus, this time it hurs so bad…is that what u want to hear? Does that make u happy to kno im in so much pain? U r in the right and am wrong and deserve this treatment from u. Fuck u anna and dream world ur livin in….i am trying to reach out to u but forget it, u believe what u want. <br /><br />You'll note she never mentions how she wants to be buddies with me again, good, I think, for her to stop lying to herself and Kitten...I'll also mention, because I asked Kitten about this, she apparently was desperately hurt when Kitten ended their "beautiful relationship" of two dates. But by then Guitar Hero had already fallen for her. Or something. But she decided they should be friends rather than not talk, because, you know, somthing is better than nothing. Apparently not. <br /><br />I finally lose my temper and enter the fray. I text Guitar Hero that I think she still has feelings for Kitten, that she only professes to like me to get Kitten back in her life and that she is acting like Kitten was her girlfriend and broke up with her. I call her a coward for moving out in the middle of the night when she could have just told us and point out to her that she didnt like living with us because we are happy and it made her unhappy to see it because she is unhappy with herself. I told her there was no hate on Kitten's or my part, just a lack of desire to be friends with someone who resents our happiness and cant be honest with us. This is the response she sent to Kitten's phone, seeing as how I am not worthy of a text back... <br /><br />Text #39-41 <br /><br />None of that is true….there is no feelings like that at all left for Kitten….i was genuinely happy 4 u both or else I would have never supported the marrage….dont u understand that?She was my friend, nothing more, nothing less…look, I don’t care anymore, it doesn’t matter, no amount of reasoning matters or will ever help…just please leave me alone and never talk to me again….we are done here…<br /><br /><br />I sent her back a message telling her I didn't think it was fair that she was taking her Barbies and going home now that I wanted to talk, and that I figured I got another 40 or so text messages until we were even. She never responded. <br /><br />Last week Kitten dropped off a credit card statement that had come to our house for her at work (yeah, they still work at the same place. Thank heavens on opposite shifts) She returned to Kitten, a few days later, an envelope of all of Kitten's guitar music, which she had accidentally taken with her. Inside was another three page letter about how much she loved Kitten and missed her and how she wanted to be friends and she's ruined it all and she'll never forgive herself. <br /><br />Wow. And she seemed so normal until she moved in. <br /><br />All I can say is I'm greatful we had this incident now, rather than months from now, or years from nwo when we moved. I can say I'd become a little territorial the last few weeks she was there, but then, I think I should be the one who gets the first hug and the only kiss when Kitten gets off work in the afternoons. And Kitten had mentioned when I wasn't home she had to hide out in our bedroom and read because every time she tried to watch a movie Guitar Hero would lay all over her on the couch, or put her head in her lap or some such nonsense, and despite her protestations that it made her uncomfortable, she persisted. Twice GH tried to get her to go to "a nice dinner and maybe a movie since Sarah's at work" and Kitten declined. <br /><br />All's well that ends well, but seriously, how did we miss the crazy? Maybe we wanted to think she just wanted to be friends because we liked her so much as a person. Maybe we're both blind. I'm officially running all new friends past Perpet from now on. She's got a crazy homing device. It's like gaydar, for weirdos. <br /><br />And that's the drama. I'll post something cheerful soon. I swear. <br /><br />Hope it entertained, at least. Lord knows I laughed over it all. <br /><br />S/AG/xxAlecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-62927005953431200562010-05-01T09:51:00.001-07:002010-05-01T09:53:57.067-07:00I've got a new blogI'm starting a blog for my two biggest loves outside of kitten, writing and reading. <br /><br />Its at http://writeaskew.blospot.com<br /><br />I'd love for you to check it out. I'll probably spend more time over ther. Chances are, I'll delete this blog soon. <br /><br />If you want to stay caught up with my personal life, friend Alecya Giovanni on facebook. I'll need you to identify yourself in the message.<br /><br />I'm coming out of my blogger paranoia and using my real name now. Most of you know it anyway. <br /><br />I'll see you on the other side. <br /><br />SarahAlecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-72302234713249210582010-02-27T09:55:00.000-08:002010-02-27T10:35:28.293-08:00You were still standing there when the smoke clearedAnd I've done it again. I ducked out for almost a month without positng.<br /><br />I'm very enarly done with the second draft of my novel. It's being beta'd right now and I'm getting excellent feedback. I had set the goal to finish by the end of this month. I've got 70 pages left and one day. It's not going to happen. I ought to be at it right now, but I'm having trouble focusing. I think i need to turn off the internet. That might help me.<br /><br />I've been applying around to other jobs too. I need more money. I don't feel like a help at all. Guitar Hero is working at Kitten's restuaruant and making money hand over fist, and from what I hear, isn't even that great a waitress. I keep hoping they'll have a spot open up there. I'd like to work with Kitten and have similar hours too.<br /><br />My cousin Lovey has a job now, and I am really proud of her. I am hoping she'll get her car in working order soon and we can have a couple days to hang out. It isn't much fun that she lives farther away now. I keep trying to convince her to move up here and go back to school. I think she wants to, but is nervous about how her family would feel. I understand that.<br /><br />Speaking of not much fun, living with Guitar Hero is becomeing worse and worse for me. I think she is even getting on Kitten's nerves, although she bears it with her usual philosohpy. I appreciate that about her.<br /><br />Turns out she's a pretty sensitive girl, and most of you know I have the sensitivity of a blunt axe most days. I don't think I could sugar coat something even if I tried. So those days when she comes home and is crying or stomping around or feels like she needs to take an hour and a half long bath are trying to me. I try to ask her what's wrong, and I do my best to be gentle when I suggest that soemtimes maybe it isnt as bad as it seems. I've been wasting my time.<br /><br />The other day she was upset about her schedule for graduate school and I offered to help her. She not very politely refused, I think she thinks since I am not in school right now I must be an idiot. I hope we all know better. She got to talking to me and I asked her why she didn't get a degree in what she wants to do, rather than get a degree in something she doesn't really like to do but will bring her comfort. I offered the opinion that maybe she should try and make herself happy first, and worry about the money as it comes to that.<br /><br />This, I know, is a philosophy of a starving artist, but I'm one, and she wants to be one (albeit of a different kind) and I thought maybe she just needed encouragement. Not so. She told me she has too much on her plate to deal with me making it worse. (Not that I see what she's got going on. A job, school and her not girlfriend she just dumped - but isn't that the way life goes?) I asked her why she didn't sit down and deal with her problems now, while she has friends like me and Kitten to support her rather than making it worse by putting it off. Wrong thing to say, apparently. She slammed her glass on the kitchen table and started yelling and cursing at me, told me to mind my own business and ran out of the house crying.<br /><br />I really didn't mean to upset her. I felt bad. For about six hours.<br /><br />Then I came home and she wanted to have a talk with me. She took to hours to pretty well tell me that I was a terrible person. Her list of complaints were as follows, minus the cursing, crying and general profanity, which I don't feel necessary to repeat here:<br /><br />I get in her business and she wants me to stay out of it (Okay, stop talking to me about it, right?)<br /><br />I am in general a person she doesn't know if she can trust, because she doesn't know all about me. (I told her I'm an open book, and I wondered to myself why she would move in if she didn't trust me.)<br /><br />I am too blunt and can't be nice about things. ( I agree here, I don't soften the blow very well. But I am never intentionally mean to her...)<br /><br />I am trashy because I speak my mind. Mind you, she doesn't blame me, that's the way I was raised. (that made me angry, I respect the way my grandparents and mom raised me. I kep my mouth shut and lit a cigarette to keep from yelling about that.)<br /><br />I have no self respect because I used to be an alcoholic and drug addict. It's worse because I'll admit it. (this really made me angry, but I held my peace here too.)<br /><br />I am a manipulative person and I have both her and Kitten under my thumb ( I asked her how she thought I was manipulative, or what she thought my ends were, but she just cussed at me and started crying again. I think this was to broach what I think was the main point, which follows)<br /><br />I have bad blood for her because she and Kitten had a beautiful relationship before we started seeing each other. (Here's where I have to confess to cruelty. I've long suspected she held some lingering attachment to Kitten. I told her point blank I had no reason to resent her, I was the one married to Kitten and I would never have suggested she move in if I thought Kitten had any lingering vestiage of affection for her, which I know she didn't. I'm not stupid. There was never any question of love between them. It was a couple of dinner dates and sex once and nothing else. She really cussed and cried at that. I almost felt bad)<br /><br />I am a wiccan and I am going strait to hell and she's put up with me doing witchcraft in the house long enough. (This annoyed me mostly because I am not technically a wicaan, it had nothign to do with her thinking I am a busybody. Also, the only time she has ever seen me practice is at my wedding, which she was a part of, and which she knew would take place. I practice in private. Plus, its my house. I set a fire in the back yard and dance naked in it if I want to, but that's neither here nor there....)<br /><br />I am a drama causer and all I want is to make people unhappy and angry with each other.<br /><br /><br />After this little speech, well, long speech I calmly told her I hjad never intentionally set out to hurt her and of course I would stay out of her life if she wanted me to, but that she needed to admit I had never done anything but offer my friendship to her, and that I would continue to do so for the sake of everyone in the house.<br /><br />She told me I was a cold person and she couldn't believe I wasn't upset at all the things she said (believe me I was, but sometimes its better to wait and be angry in private, I think)<br /><br />I told her if she wanted me to not be her friend I understood and that in return for staying out of her business and personal life like the not friend she wanted me to be I required her to stop crying so loud I can hear it on the other end of the house (an attention getting technique that usually works well for her) not take any more 3 hour trips to the bathroom to indulge her rage (some of us like to use it too, you know) and that she was no longer allowed to stomp around the house and snip at everybody for things that weren't their fault.<br /><br />She got real mad and called me cold again. I told her I wouldn't waste my time or energy when I had time off just to console someone who didn't like me, and I definately wasn't going to have her suck up all the time I have off making my home a miserable place.<br /><br />She said okay and then she says "Well, I guess that's how I say its going to be, so there, we've got that settled." I almost laughed. I followed this by almost falling out of my position on the couch when she came over and asked for a hug! I couldn't believe it.<br /><br /><br />I was really angry when this first happened, but I've had a week to cool off about it, and now I'm thinking it's almost funny. I've lived with people who don't like me before but I've never lived with someone I know doesn't like me who perists in telling me they like me when they act like they despise me, and make it a point to tell me how bad a person I am.<br /><br />Kitten asked if I wanted her to get her out of the house. I told her no. I figure she's made her bed, and she can lay in it. Word at the water cooler is that she won't have her job much longer and I'm interested to see how she reacts when that happens. She certainly won't be able to talk to me about it. Either way, I figure she'll move on in her own time if she's meant to, or she'll come to see that I was right about a lot of things and maybe she'll unbend and try to be reasonable. I can be forgiving for a lot of things.<br /><br />She wasn't raised up the way I was, and she's really naieve, so that accounts for a lot of her ideas and actions. She says she's never met a person like me before, and I venture to guess that she'll meet a lot more like me if she stays out of the little town she came from and lives in a bigger city like ours. Trouble is, most of them won't give her the benefit of a doubt.<br /><br />I've kept quiet the last few days and she seems content not to talk to me. I don't feel its much a loss, really.<br /><br />It does make me a little sad that she's turned out like this, but that's the way things go some times.<br /><br /><br />In happier news, my mom and Punk are completely different creatures now that they live apart and there's been a startling burst of maturity from both of them. Mom and I have been spending a lot of time together lately and I actualyl enjoy her company now. She seems to be coming into her own at last, and I like it.<br /><br />Kitten and I have made a new friend, her name is Copper Top, and we like her a lot. No doubt she'll show up in some of my posts in the future, I expect she'll be hanging out more as time passes.<br /><br />I haven't given up the idea of moving, and I occasionally go looking for homes in the area of the Pacific Northwest we want to move to. I think we can make it there in the next five years if we try really hard and if I get lucky with a publisher. We're putting the money back for it, so it looks like no second honeymoon any time soon, but it can wait. I like the idea of us picking out our home and moving to it together, like the excellent team we are.<br /><br />That's all the news from me, for now, and I hope you all are doing well.<br /><br />Incidentally, I hope the above gave you a good laugh, most of you know me better than my in eprson friends and I hope you know I'm not looking for sypathy. I got that out of Perpet the night after it happened. And it made me laugh, like I do now. I just thought it would give you interesting perspective into the mind of our dear Guitar Hero. I hate to admit i like writing about her. She's such a new experience.<br /><br />Imagine, we're not even a big city and she is in culture shock. It makes me worry how countryfied I seem when I travel. I hope to heaven I can maintain some sense of cosmopolitanality (is that a word? I'm making it one) when I go other places.<br /><br />Love you all.<br />AG/xxAlecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-24016141639277830092010-02-06T07:37:00.000-08:002010-02-06T08:04:43.835-08:00Stepped out into the cold, collar highJanuary slipped by, didn't it?<br /><br />That's the way it usually goes though. Especially for me. So my 28th birthday has come and gone. (thanks Aravis for stopping by and saying happy birthday) and Kitten's 30th has come and gone. We didn't do anything wild. We went to dinner at a fantastic northern italian restaurant in our town. She's never been there and I think she really enjoyed it. I love to eat there and got a huge kick out of her excitement.<br /><br />Guitar Hero is an experience. This is one of those circumstances where sometimes the friend is better farther away I think. Well, one, I honestly don't think she likes me now that she lives with us. She hardly ever talks to me and spends a lot more time with Kitten. Of course, she and Kitten work similar hours, but...yeah. I think she thinks I am a stick in the mud. She was giggling over an ad for a topless maid service the other night over dinner and she asked me if I would ever do that. Obviously, no. But she kept on it, and said she thinks that having a maid running around in high heels and a thong is funny. I told her I didn't think the exploitation of women for profit was ever funny. She looked liek I punched her.<br /><br />She joined an online dating service (I joined it too, as a joke. Go to OKCupid.com and look for tehbonkybonk.) and met this girl. I don't like her. I think she has no manners. Just me, but they've been on two dates and its Luuurve. Gag. And since the only thing they have in common is they both play guitar, Kitten and I have been treated to non-stop whailing on the guitar for the last month now. Last night she even got out the banjo. *sigh*<br /><br />I'm looking for a new job. I've been cut back to less than 20 hours a week and that's not enough to get by on. Corporate decided we all need less hours. What I think we need is less employees, but that's just me. See, I think if you have six or seven employees that only want to work one day a week or a couple weeks every month, you kick them to the curb and give full tiem schedules to the people who are begging to work 6 days a week...just me. on top of that our restaurant went non-smoking and when you work in the bar, that means no money. I had 4 customers walk out last night because we dont let them smoke at the bar anymore. And two more yelled at me, like it was my decision. "Oh, yeah, the whole staff took a vote. We figure smokers are assholes...sorry."<br /><br />Anyway. So I've sent out about 30 resumes this last week. I'm going to try to get back into offices. I had an interview two days ago for an HVAC company and I thought it went well when they called me back for a second interview. Turns out they didn't even look at my salary requirements. I told them no less than $12 an hour in the first interview, they told me pay started at 9 in the second interview. Plus the manager warned me ahead of time that the predominately male staff would likely sexually harass me and did I have aproblem with that, so long as they didn't get too out of line? Yeah. They offered me the job. I told them thanks but no thanks.<br /><br />Guitar Hero let my cat Voodoo out, she's in heat. She's been gone two days and i'm worried. If she comes back she'll be pregnant. Great. If she doesn't...well, I don't want to think about that. I'm hoping for comes home pregnant at this point. Our baby cat Purrsephanie has spent the last two days wandering around the house calling for Voodoo. She's pretty distressed. I cuddle her as much as possible. Unfortunately, I don't think she sees me as quite the companion Voodoo is. We're both anxious I guess. Every time I go to the door to call for her she sit in the doorframe and howls. Poor thing.<br /><br />In good news, Punk finallymoved out of my mom's house...didn't think that would ever happen...<br /><br />I finished my first round endit of my novel and am almost through with edit number two. yay. and I started outlining for novel #2, which I'm going to try and start on in March.<br /><br />Ywah. That's all the exciting news here. I wish It would stop snowing. I know its winter andI live in the midwest and all, but seriously...<br /><br />Keep warm.<br />AG/xxAlecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-66577043797865818152009-12-31T16:25:00.000-08:002009-12-31T17:04:40.405-08:00But now that's nothing more than a memory<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjku4VBJDqJ-3z0WlGiIevTl2bP7xlZ6oG2Aw1EsBVuHkJebBSODBezfU5u_nU0q1Ypy36t7Y-Yii01SyiByO-1LwFxIw3P_HArry3nGBkelQKfyN8bFPWS4BjV0mAEoi84ksz9/s1600-h/RSCN0323.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421570812699314226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjku4VBJDqJ-3z0WlGiIevTl2bP7xlZ6oG2Aw1EsBVuHkJebBSODBezfU5u_nU0q1Ypy36t7Y-Yii01SyiByO-1LwFxIw3P_HArry3nGBkelQKfyN8bFPWS4BjV0mAEoi84ksz9/s320/RSCN0323.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>Well, its the new year, almost. 2009 wrapped up rather nicely for me. The last few days at work have been busier than usual ( a huge plus) and I've had a great holiday. to add the icing to the cake Guitar Hero moved the last of her stuff in today and she's officially our roomie. Yay.</div><div> </div><div>You know, new years is supposed to be the time to make resolutions and reflect on the past and think for the future and all that, so a little of what I learned this year:</div><br /><div>I lerned that if I put my nose to the grindstone I can actually accomplish things I am proud of. (like my novel, finally finished and almost done with that horrific first round edit)</div><div> </div><div>I learned that sometimes you have to make choices that will hurt other people but are the best for you. Its not fun, but sometimes it has to be done. And its okay, sometimes, when you have to make that hard decision to feel both a little bit of regret and a lot of pride for doing what's right. I think this year I've done a lot of things that were hard for me, but also really right for me. If you had told me this time last year I'd be happily married, ina healthy relationship and setting realistic goals for my life and for me relationships with other people I would have told you that you were crazy. But it turns out when push came to shove I really did care enough about myself to want to be happy. And I think, honestly, for the first time I can say I am truly happy with my life and the decisions I've made for myself. </div><br /><div>I've learned this year that a friend who doesn't love you no matter what isn't really a friend. I've cut loose a lot of people this year and I can't say I am sorry for it. I am sorry that I had poor judgement when it came to some of my friends, and I am sorry that I realized far too late what I needed to do to help myself. But Ican't be sorry I let them go. I keep happy memories to always enjoy, but it seems those are few and far between with the parties concerned. </div><br /><div>I learned this year what a real friend is. I have a lot of people in my life right now that are supportive, loving and honest with me. And I need that. A few of them propbably should have cut me loose too, and I am glad they were patient with me and saw me through some of my worst times. I feel like I especially ought to mention Perpet here, who listened to me talk about how miserable I was for the last two years and gave me great advice, which I ignored and sometimes resented her for, but stuck it out with me and has seen me become the person I ought to be, the person I've been trying to become for the last five years. I think I finally made it, and I am proud to say I didn't loose her as a friend along the way, although by rights I probably should have. Having her stand next to me on my wedding day, the way I did with her, and knowing that I was going into a life commitment that was healthy and strong was a happy moment for me.</div><br /><div></div><div>I learned that there is no substitute for real love, be it romantic or the love of friends. Its not somethign that can be faked, and when you have the real thing every other imitation you've known seems silly. </div><br /><div></div><div>I learned that with my family sometimes there isn't any winning, but I can keep from losing. I've had to make compromises with my family this year that I didn't want to make but Ithink its been for the best. I love my family, but I don't always like them, and this year had been an eye opening one for me, in that I know now how to better deal with them. I've found that I have a lot of resentment towards my family, and I am trying to deal with it in the most adult manner I can. I don't know I'm always mature, but I've been trying to keep in mind my personal goals and deal with them the best I can. Its all I can do. </div><br /><div></div><div>I think this year I've learned to set reasonable goals for myself, and I've found that they're attainable. I also have learned to never settle for less than I deserve, which is doing me a lot of good both professionally and personally. I've leanred its okay to indulge myself every now and again. I've learned that there are some things too, that are not indulgences. Thinking of myself, wanting to be happy, taking care of myself, taking time to relax and be happy are all things I shouldn't reserve for special occasions. I should be doing it all the time. And I'm doing better about it. I don't feel guilty asking for what I want, and I'm finding I am less bitter about the compromises I make, because they are honest to goodness compromises and not sacrifices on my part. I've learned what it is to come halfway. I like it. </div><br /><div></div><div>This has been a good year for me. It really has. I'm proud of how I am doing. I like myself now. I like who I am. And for a year's worth of work? That's pretty darn good I think.</div><br /><div></div><div>I love you all. I hope you have something happy to recall this year, and you've learned something worthwhile. Even if its something small. </div><br /><div></div><div>Here's to a new year friends. I'm ready to move on. </div><br /><div>AG/xx</div>Alecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-12754631022897469162009-12-19T08:15:00.000-08:002009-12-19T08:29:19.409-08:00It begining to look a lot like ChristmasI got home last night to a pleasant and adorable surprise. Kitten's dad had brought by my Christmas gift. Last week he and Cat and Teddy had come by my work and I got to sit with them for a few hours (we we so not busy) and he asked what I wanted for Christmas. Jokingly, I said feather pillows. I've been needing a new pillow, the one I sleep with is one I've had since before I left high school. Turns out he was listening. And he got me real feather pillows. the kind that poke through the pillow. Only mine have a special lining so they don't poke. Either way, it was so sweet and considerate of him to remember. When I called him to thank him he said he brought it by early because he knew I had been feeling poorly. How sweet is that?<br /><br />Now, my mother, on the other hand, not so sweet. I talked to her this morning about Christmas dinner. I told her Kitten and I had talked it over (we have) and that we wanted to have Christmas dinner at our house. I tried to explain that I understood her concern about my brother and that I totally didn't want her to feel caught in the middle. I offered this compromise: We would come by, around noon, after we finished at Kitten's mom's house. We would bring presents and eat cookies and say hello and I could see my brother on Christmas and her concience would be clear. Then, in the evening, she could come over and have dinner with us. I feel its important I get to cook dinner this year, its kitten and I's first Christmas married and I want to cook for her. We wanted to spend thanksgiving alone and I gave in to my mom on that one, i figure I've earned this one.<br /><br />She pretty much told me I was forcing her to have Christmas alone and how dare I hate my brother so much as to leave him out. I tried very calmly to explain that he would be welcome in my house if I could reasonably expect him to not show up drunk or yelling if him and her have a fight, or that no one be offended when I throw him out for cussing and calling my mom names in my home, because I wouldn't tolerate that.<br /><br />She called me a bitch and hung up on me.<br /><br />So I suppose its just me and Kitten and Guitar Hero this year. I'm okay with this, I'm getting better at being okay with being at odds with my mom. I'm tired of havng to rearrange my schedule and do everything because its how my brother wants it done or because its more convineient to him. She treats him like a husband. He's not my father. He doesn't make my decisions for the holidays. I do. Every year it seems I end up rearranging my holiday plans for him. I am not doing it any more. My mom is making the choice to spend Christmas alone. I can't feel bad about it anymore.Alecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-88952630472008397052009-12-18T09:43:00.000-08:002009-12-18T10:00:27.898-08:00Tis the seasonWell, its about a week before Christmas. I think I am almost worn out on the holiday. It makes me rather sad, because I normally like Christmas and I've been working hard to make Christmas something special for Kitten, because she has always disliked the holiday so much. This year, I sort of understand why she isn't so keen on it, although, honestly, she seems more excited than I do right now.<br /><br />Trying to arrange family time for all of our parents seemed like it was going to be an easy thing to do. We agreed to spend Christmas Eve night with Kitten's dad and step mom. We are going to go to midnight mass with them. I am looking forward to that, because I have never been, and I heard its really beautiful. Guitar Hero is coming with us, she's very much a part of the family now. She even came to my extended family's Christmas dinner at my Grandmother's request. It was suprisingly ueventful.<br /><br />Kitten's mom wanted us to spend Christmas Eve night with her, but we told her no. I think its a little too much. Kitten has been upset with her, and although they've talked it out, I still don't feel inclined to sleep in a strange house over the holidays. We're having breakfast with her the next morning, and doing her present swap then. We have to be there at nine. Its early, but she wouldn't agree to anything later. I'm nervous about that. Kitten is supposed to be cooking. Kitten's sister, Cat, said a few years ago they were both 15 minutes late and she had a meltdown. Yikes. But hopefully we can get in and out and get back home to ourselves for a while.<br /><br />Here's the big troule. We were going to have my mom over for dinner Christmas day night and I was going to cook dinner. It was easier. My brother was supposed to be going to Vegas with his girlfriend, but that didn't work out. But my mom just told me that this morning. Which means he is going to be there. We've already made plans that Guitar Hero will be with us at our house because we want her there, and she'll be moving in shortly, and because I think she'll need the break from her family too, honestly.<br /><br />Now my mom wants us to come over in the evening and just have a few snacks and stuff because she doesn't want to cook. Trouble is, I want to cook Christmas dinner. But I don't want Punk at our house. Partly because I don't trust him and partly because I've been making progress with my mom and I don't feel like moving backwards because I have to kick him (and subsequesntly her - his ride) out of the house because he is cussing or screaming at her. I don't want to put up with that. Also, he will make it a habit of showing up drunk and raging at me every time he is angry with mom. You can see why I might not want him to be familiar with how to get to my house. <br /><br />So what do I do? Skip me cooking dinner and go over there? I offered to drop the presens by and visit for a while so I could see him and then she could come over for dinner later. She already said he had plans for later that night. She doesn't think that is fair to her. I don't know how, but it apparently isn't . She won't settle for anything but us coming over and spending the whole evening at her house. Which is tiny. It was crowded with just four of us at Thanksgiving. We all had to sit in the floor to eat. Our house would be much more comfortable, and she wouldn't have to spend money on cooking. But she isn't hearing me. What do I do? I'm going to talk it over with Kitten, but I have a feeling none of us will be happy with whatever the solution will be. Mom has already pulled the "well, if you want me to spend Christmas alone, I guess I will, and better get used to it since you're going tomove away and abandonme soon anyhow" card. She's mad my Grandmother is going to visit her sister in Kansas City for the holidays, and thinks its unfair she won't have anyone to spend it with, although I know she and one of my aunts are having lunch and a movie on Christmas Day.<br /><br />I'm stuck again. Bleh.<br /><br />Casa Bueno didn't throw us a Christmas party this year, and I'm in charge of organizing the unofficial party for this Sunday. Its stressing me out because the place we all agreed to go wants a $40 deposit and honestly I don't have the $40 sitting around unused. I might hit a few of my co-workers up for the money tonight, we'll see.<br /><br />Kitten's Christmas paarty for the Happy Waffle is this Monday, and I really don't want to go to it either, but she doesn't get her Christmas bonus if she doesn't go and I want her to get the bonus. I won't leave her to go by herself.<br /><br />Yeah, I'm not so much for the holidays anymore, they're a huge pain in the tail.Alecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-6498308368434468372009-12-07T07:29:00.000-08:002009-12-07T07:40:28.052-08:00A Partridge in a Pear Tree<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivtqygGYlpuLmw-ru8Ehuo1WiBRy5SVneNMd1FP5viVqliDrif-A9YIGQJh5jD5hbN3DR8gIsq6OLoyjJ5miDEtJH09QADoyc9jOkvrJjrnfk4_NfUy9BLdDl-8MnnT9QbpSsW/s1600-h/Image0197.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412519474786740594" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivtqygGYlpuLmw-ru8Ehuo1WiBRy5SVneNMd1FP5viVqliDrif-A9YIGQJh5jD5hbN3DR8gIsq6OLoyjJ5miDEtJH09QADoyc9jOkvrJjrnfk4_NfUy9BLdDl-8MnnT9QbpSsW/s320/Image0197.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>November passed in a haze. Thanksgiving was uneventful. I made a pot roast for me and Kitten and her mom. We played Scrabble. Nothing of note really there.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Last week Kitten's sister Cat got married to her sweetie Teddy. I was happy for them. They're really sweet. The wedding went well and she looked beautiful. I was pleased and surprised that they insisted I was in all the family photos. It made me feel both loved and accepted. It meant a lot to me. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Christmas is just around the corner and I'm happy to say I've got nearly all my shopping done. It's awesome. I just need to get a few stocking stuffers for Kitten and Guitar Hero, and to pick up one last thing for Cat and Teddy and we'll be all set. Kitten is making our stockings. Mine is pink flannel with Snow White on the front of it. It has my Initial and a line of pink ribbons across the hem of the top. Its beautiful. We're all getting princess stockings this year. Kitten gets Aurora and Guitar Hero gets Cinderella. She was giving us a hard time about the princess stockings so we went and got her Christmas Disney Princess wrapping paper for all her gifts. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Kitten caved now that Guitar Hero has the back room done so we get to put up a Christmas tree as soon as we find the key to our shed. We've misplaced it somehow. Oops. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>That's about all that's new and exciting here. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>xx/AG</div>Alecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-22940997171985939012009-11-27T07:54:00.000-08:002009-11-27T08:10:15.142-08:00Stand by meSo, the handfasting ceremony took place on November 8th. All of our friends came and were super supportive. We thought it was really beautiful. We got our capes and my dress done in time and the stress level was next to nothing because Perpet and Guitar Hero took care of everything for us the day of the wedding. We even had time to clip ina little nap.<br /><br />There isn't much I can tell you about the ceremony that will be of interest to you that you couldn't google and fine out, but I thought I might post my vows for you to see, if you like. They aren't quite the traditional vows, so...<br /><br />I, Alecya, do take you, Kitten, as my partner and mate. Never will I seek to do you harm; always will I strive for your happiness and welfare. My love will be your treasure in the times when other riches fail to serve. My love will be your medicine in sickness as my hand tends your needs. My love will be your mirth when your heart is touched by sadness. My love will be your shining star through the darkest of nights. My love will be your banquet when life’s table seems empty. All this do I promise you with all the love that is in my heart. So may it be.<br /><br />I thought it was beautiful.<br /><br />Anyway, after that we took our drive down to Florida. Since most of you have an idea of where I live it won't suprise you we took two days to do it since it was over 1,000 miles to get there. We were a huge joke for our friends, we had to upgrade our rental car because of all of our luggage. We had somewhere in the neighborhood of 15 bags between the two of us, not counting hatboxes and the cooler and stuff. We ended up ina Ford Focus that we named Frederick. The drive down was okay. Once we hit Alabama it was okay. I'll save the story for another post but I am not a huge fan of the state of Mississippi after the trip.<br /><br />We got to FLorida and it was beautiful. We had a great time. I'll tell you all about the trip in some posts too.<br /><br />I brought more pictures. If you want to see all my pics, friend me on facebook. I have two albums devoted to the honeymoon and one for the wedding. Its under Alecya Giovanni. Just message me to tell me who you are becuse I don't accept strangers as friends.<br /><br />Love you all.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz-bm4v4Hf2PFIfWQUgPFCSe_jMEjGdsZ2a3BrYn4msiObmc6sEnBp6dDMnFfLQ_PrvC9a4qXngVix1CK1Y1lu8ioQYnNnNOu-IsKaqDsHUwJDgEtU6095ojFgKWpQIw_hzNX-/s1600/Image0207.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408814216156920386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz-bm4v4Hf2PFIfWQUgPFCSe_jMEjGdsZ2a3BrYn4msiObmc6sEnBp6dDMnFfLQ_PrvC9a4qXngVix1CK1Y1lu8ioQYnNnNOu-IsKaqDsHUwJDgEtU6095ojFgKWpQIw_hzNX-/s320/Image0207.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Me and Kitten with Stitch at Epcot.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjelRKuTH2q3WLcsZGW4eu6Z8xlZ6RYXtkIdvhoz1Dc1tTClj2fL0tuka5VMTu6iEYAFz5aYF2HlZAt6rx7fEL-JQ2Sf4405aspVYlOZE69nK75j7R8RQhyXXi3pg3mygIZ_yq2/s1600/Image0264.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408814224731519042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjelRKuTH2q3WLcsZGW4eu6Z8xlZ6RYXtkIdvhoz1Dc1tTClj2fL0tuka5VMTu6iEYAFz5aYF2HlZAt6rx7fEL-JQ2Sf4405aspVYlOZE69nK75j7R8RQhyXXi3pg3mygIZ_yq2/s320/Image0264.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Kitten meeting her favorite Princess, the Princess Aurora. She was delighted. It was so cute.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4WHDZ5ajhYMnnRCExttmtmHzc5V2ZmZLGIHjXtPqWZg8UtMR62cy23ZwPT43Ksp2uY0FIDfcuR6YVdK6b4a5RXZZxWlbzdbjaABUtdaHoQJBLUc0nkAPojYPuAOp61H0jb6or/s1600/Image0245.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408814227864015682" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4WHDZ5ajhYMnnRCExttmtmHzc5V2ZmZLGIHjXtPqWZg8UtMR62cy23ZwPT43Ksp2uY0FIDfcuR6YVdK6b4a5RXZZxWlbzdbjaABUtdaHoQJBLUc0nkAPojYPuAOp61H0jb6or/s320/Image0245.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Me and Kitten preparing for a night out at Victoria and Alberts. Its a super fancy restuarant. We had 8 courses of bliss. It was fun to dress up. (there was a dress code)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJZs44Tyh9wLuV7hl3HBW4VNAV86ohEl6xRGpokVx83rL9N4YXdT-MMBtDrEAUmsiuS716Ge5naMVPwcd3jkwukLIehaC9m75bB7uYRsDSu_MwDC2gOc3Mivti3W_2s6ID4-E2/s1600/RSCN0317.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408814239603990930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJZs44Tyh9wLuV7hl3HBW4VNAV86ohEl6xRGpokVx83rL9N4YXdT-MMBtDrEAUmsiuS716Ge5naMVPwcd3jkwukLIehaC9m75bB7uYRsDSu_MwDC2gOc3Mivti3W_2s6ID4-E2/s320/RSCN0317.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Me and stitch.Alecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-30755883224717941342009-11-26T14:05:00.000-08:002009-11-26T14:13:18.779-08:00Who's the leader of the club?<div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div>And I am back from the honeymoon.</div><div> </div><div>The ceremony went well. It was beautiful. I managed not to cry (in front of anyone)</div><br /><div>The honeymoon was amazing and I wish we could have stayed another two weeks. I'll have more pictures up shortly.<br /></div><div>Love you all. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlDgbt2pqbFPs9LOrHoSl1dd6Bx3z6JHl6itJnrAk8JLp4666pfjwVW_j9I3yH4hmEw2xA5i1IMQ8XexgkKB6UB3kLJj_ksZlCDwZTAaADPoItwJahSkaiKRhZeB2BR2q7KG_s/s1600/wedding+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408538578418706674" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlDgbt2pqbFPs9LOrHoSl1dd6Bx3z6JHl6itJnrAk8JLp4666pfjwVW_j9I3yH4hmEw2xA5i1IMQ8XexgkKB6UB3kLJj_ksZlCDwZTAaADPoItwJahSkaiKRhZeB2BR2q7KG_s/s320/wedding+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio_Fkh1sTP_HAjGMTfnmf1UowmDZ1mQI2cMqOaKEfwq0fXYuBvHIf5Z4XPgocguzZfYviluo_MubhFSWZj4M7keMEx1l34oASGF8rZNXEMJV8TveR5rQcTbQAdXCnqHMLP9eOc/s1600/Image0222.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408538591632115042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio_Fkh1sTP_HAjGMTfnmf1UowmDZ1mQI2cMqOaKEfwq0fXYuBvHIf5Z4XPgocguzZfYviluo_MubhFSWZj4M7keMEx1l34oASGF8rZNXEMJV8TveR5rQcTbQAdXCnqHMLP9eOc/s320/Image0222.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcDxx2zHJQTkBu1vphCDHeezwxTmDPel2sPAX3Wmeeq_QLrGVlaIXrsnwxVe-Gcw6KYo_ax8TBsW6nIScJRLKXK9SjObv_nB1QvycSS5-7ex0grJsdNNIKPAQglUDIjTebew6U/s1600/Image0196.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408538587293162434" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcDxx2zHJQTkBu1vphCDHeezwxTmDPel2sPAX3Wmeeq_QLrGVlaIXrsnwxVe-Gcw6KYo_ax8TBsW6nIScJRLKXK9SjObv_nB1QvycSS5-7ex0grJsdNNIKPAQglUDIjTebew6U/s320/Image0196.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div></div></div>Alecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-91523437373359458852009-11-03T07:02:00.000-08:002009-11-03T07:08:47.766-08:00I can't get enoughWell, its almost time for the wedding and my bride panic hasn't eased up to much. I managed to give myself a raging migraine twice this last week. But things are going okay, other than that. I've got my dress made, and the trim for it is almost half done. Kitten's Cape is almost done, Mine and Earth girl's just need sewn together, which I think I am going to make Kitten do tonight. She's better with the sewing machine than I am. I hand sew everything. I've got half the candy for the wedding made, tonight I'll finish that, and we're practicing tonight for the benefit of everyone involved, including trying not to cut our fingers off with the boline. That's what had me most nervous.<br /><br />We're packed and ready to go, so there isn't much about the honeymoon that I can say other than I am excited.<br /><br />Halloween was fun, I hope everyone else had a fun time with it. I dressed up for work Saturday and Friday night. It was a blast. Friday I did a disco ting with Royal, my favorite co-bartender. WE went shopping for his costume thursday and I think he had more fun than Kitten and I did, but then, he'd never been to a flea market, so it was all new to him. Saturday my costume evolved. In the morning I was Zorro, but my care was getting caughton the bar stuff and I couldn't see out of my mask too well. So I donned a fedora and a red tie, lost the capre and went as The Spirit. No one knew who I was. Again. I've got to pick a more mainstream costume next year, so I don't spend all day explaining myself.<br /><br />Hope all is well in your worlds, I'm off to clean before I head to work.<br /><br />Lots and lots of love.<br /><br />AG/xxAlecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-47165734246555761372009-10-25T06:38:00.000-07:002009-10-25T06:42:54.897-07:00Still your daughter, still the sameWell, an interesting week. The good news is, I have 1/3 of the sewing for the wedding done and our planning packet came in. We're all but ready to go. I have everything packed but thehair products, becauseI can't get rid of those until the day we leave, for obvious reasons. (I have backup toothbrushes, shampoo, etc...) The bad news is I've had a falling out with my mother. A pretty permanent one, it looks like. I'm usually pretty coy about my mom and Punk (my 26 year old little brother) They live together, and its not a very healthly relationship. Whether its a result of being spoiled as a child, a bad attitude, actual psychological problems or the fact he's been the only(I hate using this word) stable male in my mother's life, Punk has a very bad habit of treating my mom more like he's her husband than her son. He runs off all her friends, especially the male ones, and he keeps tabs on her wherever she is. I've seen her take a call from him in my house and tell him she was at the store, as if there was something wrong with saying "I'm spending time with your sister" Punk doesnt have a rela job, he works maybe 10 hours a week at a local skate park, so my mom funds all of his extracurricular activities, including his drinking and drug habits. She's not too financially saavy, (coming from me that's terrible to say too) and as a result she's blown through a lot of her money. She's always broke, even though she makes three times what I do. My Gran loaned her about $3000 this last spring and instead of paying her bills it went somewhere else (I suspect to punk) and she got evicted from her rental house and has all sorts of problems.<br /><br />Anyway, Punk and mom have had all sorts of issues. When I was growing up I tried really hard to ignore the turbulence of their relationship the same way I ignored my mom's abusive husbands. I didn't really think there was anything I could do about it. As an adult, I know better.<br /><br />Last week mom and Punk had a pretty big fight, and I heard about it through my grandmother. Apparently my mom went to stay with her when Punk threw her out of the house. There was a physical altercation involved, and apparently it was a pretty bad one. I knew that in the past this had happened before, but apparently this time it was really awful. I won't give you all the gory details. Suffice to say my mom was afraid to go home and my brother threatened my Grandmother and (apparently, by proxy) me if we tried to get involved. My grandmother said he told her he would "beat her ass" charming, right?<br /><br />For me, it was the last straw. I don't do well with threats. I also don't do well with Punk hitting my mom. Its not okay with me. Monday i called her and offered to find her a safe place to stay, or a way to help her prosecute him, or get him out of the house. Anything to separate them.<br /><br />My mom didn't take the offer very well. She pretty well told me it was none of my damn business and I should stay out of it. I told her I'd thought I'd stayed out of it for too long. I also told her sshe needed to make a choice about her safety, my grandmother's safety and mine as well. She told me she wasn't going to do anything about it, and if I did, she would deny up one side and down the other he had ever laid hands on her. I told her she had three options, as far s I was concerned. 1) do something about this herself 2) let me do somethign about it and keep her safe or 3) tell me that making my brother happy was more important than her or my grandmother's safety and she didn't want to talk to me anymore, because I can't keep dealing with this kind of personal turbulence.<br /><br />My mom told me to go to hell and choose option 3. I'm trying as best I can to cope with it.<br /><br />I wouldn't be nearly so angry except two days later my brother and my grandmother call me on behalf of my mother, who is in jail. Apparently she had written some bad checks recently (she hasn't had a bank account in almost a year, so I'm not sure what she was thinking) and when she got pulled over for having expired tags on her vehicle she got arrested because there was a warrant for her bad checks. They wanted me to post her $1000 bail. It had to be paid in cash. I told them I didn't have that kind of money and they informed me mom knew I had at least half that amount put away for the honeymoon and probably a little more for the wedding.<br /><br />Is it wrong of me to be angry whe wanted me to give her my honeymoon and wedding money to bail her out after she had just told me to go to hell and stay out of her life? Well, I was. And I didn't give them the money either. Not very kind, maybe, but that's how I felt. My grandmother got the money, in case you're curious, and she's out. For now.<br /><br />I'm at an impasse. My grandmother came over thursday crying to me about how I had no right to throw stones at my mother for being in trouble with money and how she wished she was dead because of all the faily drama. She told me I would ruin Christmas because we couldn't all be together and I wasn't thinking of the family and how would everyone else think it looked? I was honest with her. I told her I've been dealing with this stress all my life, and I think its time for me to let them go. There isn't anything else I can do to help my mom or get through to my brother. As for the rest of the family, they've been looking the other way all this time, and I don't feel like its right. I waited to long to say something, honestly, and I feel better having finally said something. I think I did the right thing.<br /><br />Try as I might, I'm having a hard time sleeping. I've had nightmares about my mother every night this week, and they are becoming increasingly violent and agitated. Whether you believe this is me trying to deal with the situation subconciously (I don't) or whether you think this is my moms's way of letting me know how angry she is (I do, I've alwas been connected to my family this way) its hugely unsettling.<br /><br />This would be a great time for some feedback. I did the right thing? I think I did. Kitten thinks I did, and all of my close friends think this wasa step that needed to be taken a long time ago. Still, te built in family guilt is after me. I love my mom. I love punk. But I don't like them. And I don;t like the way I feel when I deal with them.<br /><br />AG/xxAlecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-36723961085219823932009-10-16T19:56:00.000-07:002009-10-16T20:11:00.600-07:00You found meWell, the pre-wedding stress level is at medium about now. The sewing isn't done but we have everything else purchased. I have begun packing for the honeymoon and am currently wondering if it is physically possible to fit all of our luggage into the Aveo we rented. I hope so, ir some of it eill be in the front seat me with me. And I pack a tight suitcase (its why there are irons in the hotel right?) <div> </div><div>In case you guys are interested, Kitten loved the kitchen. She came in from a day of fun and shopping with Guitar Hero and kept going, "wow. oh wow. No, really, wow." both of her parents were really happy that I did it too. They think a fresh start is good for her.</div><div><br />We got moved back into the bedroom and I am lovign the privacy, the nicy comfy, supportive bed frame and the fact I don't have to go so far to the bathroom every night. The awesome walls and warmth from the new insulation aren't too bad either. I need to get pictures of that up some time. </div><div><br />We have a new addition. Kitten's dad called us when we were working the other day and said he found a little forlorn kitten on his front porch. She was riddled with fleas, and is no more than a month old, so we took her in and she is our pride and joy right now. Her little back legs are lame, she walks on her knuckles, but we're trying to teach her how to walk properly. We'll have to get her to a vet soon. Kitten names her Purrsephanie. It's perfect for her. In addition we've started letting our strays come in and out as they please, and the spend most of the time sleepign on the bed with us. We love it. Our flea med budget will have to go up, but honestly, they keep us so warm at night they might actually help lower the utility bill! </div><div><br />I'm currently reading a new book, its called "The Agony and the Ecstasy" its a fictional (but we;; researched) novel about the life of Michaelangelo. Its riviting. I am not normally a huge historical fiction fan, but this one might actually change my mind. I have a hard time putting it down.<br /></div><div>I might actually get made a manager at work soon. Its about time after 3 years. Keep your fingers crossed.<br /></div><div>That's me rightnow.<br /></div><div>And now some pics to entertain you:</div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFoIICwLZHF4RIWNwEmw1j0vyRdCrFDg-mGRhvGAnmSBovkdymDDJwUUeDYvtohIyw6SReUQlmRtj9Dr-7Ysp7eN31rj_2_XHkaa5Bnzt_DajSH4vzvbiag5nadi7dHMQQJOGN/s1600-h/DSCN1117.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393400227972148530" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFoIICwLZHF4RIWNwEmw1j0vyRdCrFDg-mGRhvGAnmSBovkdymDDJwUUeDYvtohIyw6SReUQlmRtj9Dr-7Ysp7eN31rj_2_XHkaa5Bnzt_DajSH4vzvbiag5nadi7dHMQQJOGN/s200/DSCN1117.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>A picture of our pretty new kitcen. No more ugly tuscan theme. Bright clean lines and vintage adverts. I'm looking for a Felix the cat clock. You know the kind, with the moving eyes and tail...?</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWlBKO6avKBMwPXvLBXzQ-0Hb8r42DX-QlARPqteIcMuJ6wdoVvZyfcezvj6LNeu7V-e4aYjfxmIPKZA8mpz6Qt2Ir3cgptVKZ2vfbFDklUhC2Ayu9v4DwO4ez6bBA2mjKH2bp/s1600-h/DSCN1122.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393400235295842146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWlBKO6avKBMwPXvLBXzQ-0Hb8r42DX-QlARPqteIcMuJ6wdoVvZyfcezvj6LNeu7V-e4aYjfxmIPKZA8mpz6Qt2Ir3cgptVKZ2vfbFDklUhC2Ayu9v4DwO4ez6bBA2mjKH2bp/s200/DSCN1122.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>That's Purrsephanie, in the front of Kitten's hoodie, well its the front because she turned it around to cradle the baby. Spoiled right? But beautiful....</div><div> </div><div></div>Alecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-74917619737744800582009-10-08T18:39:00.000-07:002009-10-08T18:49:00.772-07:00They have never felt your hellRight, so another day off another epic house task for me to conquor. Silly, since I haven't gotten the others done yet, and I need them done for my wedding. But this one is important to me.<br /><br />I don't know if you'll recall a few years back my area of the country had a terrible ice storm. It was awful. I went 19 days with no power. Anyhow. During the ice storm Kitten and her former partner were living in the home we are in now. Towards the end of the storm there was an accident in the house that led to Kitten being severely burned and in the hospital for a really long time. It wasn't Kitten's fault but she's never forgiven herself and she wears some pretty heavy emotional (and physical) scars from the accident. Well, every time Kitten is in the kitchen she remembers. The girls she works with tried to come and clean it up but there's only so much you can do with soot on the walls. The kitchen never got cleaned up.<br /><br />The other night I was scrubbing at the walls trying to make a dent while Kitten hung crown moulding with her dad. When she saw what I was doing she started crying. I decided to give her a fresh start today.<br /><br />Guitar Hero came and picked her up this morning and all day I have been redoing the Kitchen with the help of Perpet and Brown Chicken. Its gone from a tuscan theme to a black and white vintage art/1950's style kitchen. She hasn't made it home yet and I hope she likes it. I took off all the cabinets and painted them and the walls and the baseboards. Everything is new. Except the fridge and the stove, of course.<br /><br />I've got my fingers crossed it will help her heal. You never really get over things like that, but I want her to feel like she's starting over with me.Alecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-73048191640929279502009-10-02T08:14:00.000-07:002009-10-02T08:30:40.427-07:00I just want to be closer to youI've been busy. And sick.<br /><br />Sick for only a few days. Some random virus that kept me throwing up near constantly and ended up with me getting an IV (ouch!) and a few bags of fluid and some awesome nausea medication that had me completely out of it within 5 minutes of ingestion. It also put me out of work last saturday and sunday, not someting I really enjoyed. But I'm better now and I can get back to working hard this weekend to make up for it right?<br /><br />The wedding is something like a month and six days away (no, I'm not counting.) I've got the flowers done and they are lovely. Well, all but the fresh ones, which I obviously have to do that day. Kitten is helping me with the sewing and I am hoping we'll get it all done on time. Guitar Hero has built us a lovely trellis that we'll be getting married under, I likes it a lot. I think there's a debate as to whether it will get painted white or left the wood color. I think we're favoring the wood color. There seems to be no doubt that we'll be keeping it and planting roses alongside it in the spring so they'll climb the trellis, which I think is charming. <br /><br />I think just about everyone is coming to the wedding, although we are having a hard time getting Earth Girl over to the house to run through the ceremony. Perpet has been over for a good "stitch and bitch" session as she calls them, and we also went together to go buy the flowers for the ceremony. We did the same thing we did for shopping for her wedding, which consisted of exclaiming over pretty things and then wondering when the two of us became so girly its painful. Not that I mind the girly anymore. Most of our friends have responded and I am glad they are coming. I am not sure whether Aunt Priestess and Lovey are coming and I sincerely hope they'll be able to.<br /><br />I'm also anxiously awaiting my new Boline (a knife) and Chalice coming in the mail. I ordered them a week or so ago and I am on pins and needles wanting them to hurry up and get here. Kitten is making my altar table for me ( a wedding gift of sorts) and I am so excited about it.<br /><br />Speaking of coming in the mail, I ordered a bedframe yesterday and I can't wait! I'll get to sleep up off the ground, which excites me a lot. We'll also have room for storage containers, which is something we're going to need very much.<br /><br />Of course, me ordering the frame means we got the floors for our bedroom in, and we started the polyeurathane last night. Coat one is almost dry and I'll get to finish it up later tonight I think.<br /><br />Kitten and I did some shopping this last weekend and I'll have to get some pictures of the pretty new dress she bought me. It was so beautiful, I almost cried when she told me I could get it. She got some new dress shirts and a lovely orange silk necktie that matches one of my evening gowns for the honeymoon. She looked so lovely I had to bite my tongue in the store. It made me proud, I have such a lovely wife.<br /><br />Hope everyone is hanging in there. The first cool breezes of fall are in my neck of the woods. Hope you are all enjoying the sutumn as well.<br /><br />XX/AGAlecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-91428062317195725652009-09-17T13:57:00.000-07:002009-09-17T14:07:18.670-07:00Late morning lullaby<div><br /><br /></div><div>Well, I'm back in town.</div><div><br /></div><div>We had a fantastic time at the concert. I think Brandi Carlile may be in position to bump Ani Difranco as my favorite musical artist. Her style was amazing. She did part of her set unplugged and it was breathtaking. </div><div><br /></div><div>The trip up was nice, even if I was a little stressed out from working right up until we left. I was sick most the time we were gone. I hads my first migraine in months. I'm not sure what triggered it, but I had a good time anyhow.<br /></div><div>We went to the Kansas City Zoo. It was beautiful. I was hot as hell, and I felt like crap, but Istill had a good time. They had two absolutely beautiful vultures (I know, I'm weird) and I watched them in complete awe. Probably my favorite part of the zoo. That and the sea lions.<br /></div><div>In big news, I finally finished my dang novel. I'm going to start looking for a lit agent and see if i can't get published. I hope I can. I think I am a decent writer, even if this poor blog never seems to reflect it.<br /></div><div>I got the walls in the bedroom finished and we are working on the floors tonight. Soon, I hope, I'll sleep in my new room. And Guitar Hero can move in. We're looking forward to that. </div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>That's me....</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh! Pics!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt9eO9xyDBkCDmYgNh1qyMai4iWkgTNeW0WkFwCwUOtASAMcXBVlx_aQ3hx_DadjTaR0DpfKbv07b2Mw8HgRaAri4aAwZqLWUj0KwsQrxqTO1zON8tQ_CC3RPSitXqLg5VsYjU/s1600-h/DSCN1050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382545518238522402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt9eO9xyDBkCDmYgNh1qyMai4iWkgTNeW0WkFwCwUOtASAMcXBVlx_aQ3hx_DadjTaR0DpfKbv07b2Mw8HgRaAri4aAwZqLWUj0KwsQrxqTO1zON8tQ_CC3RPSitXqLg5VsYjU/s200/DSCN1050.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Kitten and Guitar Hero at the concert<br /></div><div></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjuh8KZWYIRwIo7d0LgMmV-bYSTmShnQb1HBzf3O8o6lklnKfmcrrENN77z96CLJB-F0CPDQScHTqrFnMLkcsJN8Oa0hdam7t4xWdwj6Z5mWXYX8q0nyJrPuwLg6H2OCBR8RJn/s1600-h/DSCN1051.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382545532649023746" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjuh8KZWYIRwIo7d0LgMmV-bYSTmShnQb1HBzf3O8o6lklnKfmcrrENN77z96CLJB-F0CPDQScHTqrFnMLkcsJN8Oa0hdam7t4xWdwj6Z5mWXYX8q0nyJrPuwLg6H2OCBR8RJn/s200/DSCN1051.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div></div><br />Me and Kitten at the concert.<br /><br /><br />XX/AGAlecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-61199355822221613932009-09-13T07:26:00.000-07:002009-09-13T07:30:35.897-07:00Pink is my favorite obsessionI've had a very productive week. I have the room almost completely painted, so I'll be able to put up pictures pretty soon. I had a moment of paranoia that the pink dots would look rediculous, but they are just as adorable and whimsical as I had hoped. My new bedroom will be a sweet fantasy. I can't wait to move back in and escape.<br /><br />I've stalled out on making the capes for the wedding, but I'll probably do that later in the week, since we are going to a concert tomorrow in Kansas City, Mo and I'll be out of town for a few days. No time to work on the floors this week, so we'll sew instead.<br /><br />Speaking of concerts I get to go see Brandi Carlile tomorrow. She's a new favotrite of mine, and I think it'll be fun. We're going with Guitar hero. I'll probably have pics of that too.<br /><br />That's about my week.<br /><br />Oh, go check out Aravis this week. She's talking about her new school work and there's some great stuff on old english...<br /><br />XX/AGAlecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-66843939098182330482009-09-07T05:41:00.000-07:002009-09-07T05:52:48.767-07:00If you wonder about the spell I'm underI've been out a while haven't I?<br /><br />Kitten and I have been working hard on our bedroom. The floors are finally re-braced sowe can put int he hardwoods, although its looking like that won't happen until next week. I've got the walls painted blue, so all I need now is to touch them up and add the pink dots and we'll be almost done. We've been at it since July and I won't lie, I'm looking forward to having my bedroom back. I'm looking into purchasing a bedframe (one with drawers underneath) and I would rather liket o suprise Kitten with it at Christmas...hopefully. I think I've found one I like.<br /><br />In other more fun news- we're having a handfasting cerecmony before we leave for Florida. I thinks its wonderful, and we're very excited. Earth Girl is going to marry us, and its likely we'll do it in our back yard. Just a few people, you know, not a lot. We contemplated not inviting our mothers, but in the end decided it would be better if we did. FFelt guilty about leaving them out of the closest thing we'll have to a wedding. Kitten's mom gave us her blessing this last Thursday, very graciously, and I was thrilled. She seems to like me very well. Apparently she asked Kitten when I was going to relax and open up to her. I told her to be patient. I'm a bit intimidated still by her mom. She's a very intelligent woman, and rather no nonsense, and Kitten's improving relationship with her is wonderful - I'm terribnly afraid I'll say something stupid and muck it up. But I do like her.<br /><br />My mom didn't take the news with quite as much grace. She artfully changed the subject when I asked her blessing. I'm not suprised. She does want to be at the ceremony though, so more power to her, I suppose. She is more than a little upset that we're having a "pagan" ceremony (as though we'd have a minister come marry us?) but hopefully she'll overcome. I can hope... She was harping on me again to go to church with her this past week. Its not going to happen. I told her I supported her in her faith because I know it gives her comfort, and that Ihoped she would start supporting me in mine.<br /><br />Kitten and I are handmaking our wedding clothes. She's wearing a black broadcloth suit and I'll have a lovely red silk dress. We're also both wearing hooded capes. Hers red on the outside and black on the inside; mine the opposite. Hopefully I'll have pictures of our progress soon. We're making Earth Girl a white and bronze one as a gift for marrying us. I think it will be lovely.<br /><br />So I'm pretty happy at the moment. I've felt that more and more lately. Its a good thing.<br /><br />AG/xxAlecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-86138628866723638082009-08-25T19:59:00.000-07:002009-08-25T20:01:38.593-07:00You make me feel like a candied appleWow. Now this is just a fascinating one to have for a writer's block question isn't it? What makes me feel sexy?<br /><br />Wearing leather<br />Silk<br />Running around in Kitten's boxers<br />Swimsuits<br />High heels<br />having a good hair day<br />lipstick<br />kisses in the morning<br />kisses before bed<br />being told I am sexy (well, it does)<br />a nice fitting pair of jeans<br />dancing<br />singing<br />getting really dirty<br />sweating<br />swimming, or doing anything in the water<br />showers<br />walking slowly in the rain<br />stretching out on my bed<br />walking into a room and noticing people are looking at me<br />tall boots<br />anything black<br />wearing fedoras<br />taking pictures when I'm all dolled up<br />long evening gowns<br />a torn up pair of blue jeans and a tank top<br />leaning up against the porch just as Kitten pulls in the driveway<br />slow dancing in the living room<br />low lighting<br /><br />I'm sure there's other things.What about you?Alecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-54080226678244306162009-08-18T05:11:00.000-07:002009-08-18T05:12:45.767-07:00Self preservation is a full time occupationRight. I think anyone that knows me knows I tend to fall on the feminist side of the political spectrum as far as personal beliefs go. I'm a little bothered. Someone that used to be a mutual acquiantance of mine and Perpet's (well, and Color of Saukura for that matter) posted on his <a class="snap_shots" href="http://www.spintheaxis.com/post/2009/08/17/Its-not-my-fault-if-you-sin.aspx#continue"><span style="color:#c56b80;">blog</span></a> about how he was drawn into a discussion about women's clothing and how they shouldn't dress in such a way as to give a man sinful thoughts. He notes that although there are some people who fall in the middle of the road most people either believe either 1) women should consider how they dress or 2) they should be able to dress as they like and men should mind their thoughts. This person fell into catagory one.<br /><br />For the most part, I think I fall into catagory two.<br /><br />I'll say this, i'm trying to be fair about things. I can see how he feels as far as thinking sexual thoughts when a woman is dressed in provacative clothing. I won't lie, a woman in provacative clothing makes me think naughty thoughts too. BUT a beautiful woman in a long skirt and a blouse is just as likely to do that for me. See, sometimes I think that the brains that run the attached pair of nice legs is just as sexy. We live in a society that sells sex. Its common. That's the long and short of it. And men and women are both objectified as sex objects in modern society.<br /><br />Here are the questions I ask myself when I consider the question: (for the record, I'm going to stick to the topic of women because I like women, but its equally likely to insert "man' here too, I get that)<br /><br />Why is the woman dressed in that manner? How do I feel when I am dressed in a manner that makes people, or might make people, think things like that about me?<br />Why do I think what I think? Do I believe that is the woman's intent - to make me think sexual thoughts?<br />Is it wrong for me to have sexual thoughts about someone I find attractive?<br />How do I act in response to these thoughts?<br />Is it the woman's fault I think those things when I see her?<br /><br />To be honest, I can't give the motivations for a woman I don't know. When I dress in a short skirt or a pair of tailored pants or a skimpy top or whatever I normally do it for myself. See, sometimes looking like that makes me feel good about myself. Appreciative glances are gratifying, and I know that I am an attractive woman because of those glances. Of course, most times I know that anyway. Sometimes I do it because it gives my partner or my friends pleasure to see me all dolled up. Its shallow, I admit, but its nice to be out with my beautiful partner and my beautiful friends and know that we all look good. Its a self esteem boost.<br /><br />When I see a woman dressed provacatively I normally just appreciate it. Beautiful women are fun to look at. They are. Now, every now and again do I have thoughts that go beyong "wow, that's a cute outfit" Yeah, I do. But normally that's with people I know. People I appreciate as people and not as someone hot. That might take me out of the discussion right there. You see, I find it difficult to find someone sexually attractive that I don't like or respect. So I might be removing myself from the problem. When I was single and I went out, yes I was looking for someone I was attracted to and looks figure into that. But if I get her on the dancefloor or at my table and she's dull or has no opinions the poor girl has no chance, however pretty she is. Brains are the sexiest organ after all. As for what I think the woman is thinking? Let's be honest, some women dress to impress. They want to be admired. Hell, I do. But I also think its really unfair to say they dress with the intent to give people sexual thoughts. Maybe they jsut want to feel good. I think in our society its dangerous for a woman to go out with the intent to seek sex. Well, anyone for that matter. And I think that me saying "she wanted me to think that" or "she should have known I would think that" is a slippery slope that leads to "she had it coming, its the way she dressed, not me" when someone does something inapproproate.<br /><br />So here's the question: Is it wrong for me to have sexual thoughts about someone who I think is attractive because of how they are dressed? I don't think it is. First, humans are sexual cxreatures by nature. We are. Its a natural impulse and while I might have those thoughts and think "you know, that's probably not something I should think, since I'm married/ seeing someone/ a monk/ whatever" its how I govern that impulse that counts. It comes down to the first part of the question: Is it wrong to have sex, is it wrong to have sexual thoughts? I don't think so. I think its terrible that people villify sex as something dirty or wrong. Sex is something beautiful and its something special when done right. I won't even say that sex has to be something that only takes place between committed partners to be beautiful. I have a very, very close friend whom I have had relations with and honestly, I think she's a beautiful intelligent woman. But she and I don't want a relationship. I honestly think (and she may correct me on this point) sex between us was a really awesome way of expressing our love as friends to eachother and while it might never happen again, I am not sorry I did it. I think we're better friends for it. And no, I don't sleep with all of my friends. I don't sleep with 99% of my friends. She was a special case. I'm glad now I did it. But the point is, sex should be special and beautiful and I think its when all you care about is getting off, regardless of the feelings of your partner, that's when you get into dangerous waters. There is noting wrong with sex. There is something wrong with objectification. Every person exists as more than just an object for sex.<br /><br />When I have thoughts like that, its how I react that I think is important. And I think I'm okay if I act in an appropriate manner.<br /><br />I don't believe its the woman's fault I think like that. Now, I am not so naieve as to say a woman doesn't know when she looks beautiful that people might look at her in lust. But I will say I don't think there are many women out there who set out with the intent to give people thoughts of a sexual nature.<br /><br />You know, a lot of this comes down to situation. If I go to a club I plan on seeing women I find attractive. They'll be there. If I go to a church, I don't expect short skirts. If I'm walking down the street, well its a toss up isn't it? <br /><br />Here's where I diverge from the person I linked to. This person comes at it from a religious standpoint. He feels like the woman is responsible for drawing the man into sin and should be responsible for the way she dresses. I'll say this, if you practice a religion where it is your faith to dress modestly and cover yourself, then you should follow your faith. That's why its your faith. On your own head be it if you disagree with your own doctrine. But I also believe that if you believe its a sin to have sexual thoughts about a woman you aren't married to then you remove yourself from as many situations as possible where you might sin. And then, if for some reason you do sin, you ask forgiveness. It is your choice to wander the paths of lust. Thinking "Wow. she's gorgeous" isn't a sin. Following up in your head with "I want to do X, Y or Z with her" is your fault and you should control your impulses. Acting on them after that, that's your fault too. It takes two to tango. I think I am just as responsible for how I dress as for how I think. AS for his discussion about partners: if my wife is in jeans and a shirt, I think she's sexy. If she's in a dress, I think its sexy. She's my wife. I hope I think she's sexy. Sex isn't a sin. Now, if I don't like the way Kitten dresses, you know what, I might say something, and its her perogative to say she will or she won't and if she doesn't consider my feelings, well, maybe she isn't right for me. But, its her decision. Right?<br /><br />I'm rambling now. So I'll get to the point. If I wear a short skirt, I wear it for me. And if I look good, look at me, and you can appreciate it. After that - your thoughts and your morals are your own. And I can't control that.Alecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-83899586130629729232009-08-15T06:51:00.000-07:002009-08-15T07:23:27.836-07:00Put our service to the testI have some more pictures with which to beore you and some interesting life updates to make you say "does she ever let anything be easy?" and some even more boring updates about the vacation. There's a brief synopsis. Now you know how far you want to read, eh? <div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLrvD5edzJrGmHHK_RYGgCDUkPfIk1p5AWMsurxKEjLk7q0e0eX_qeOYJ-di1-nwenKhIgfqcjIz0BSjjFzhwIdomDifgI1FQqB8Wxc-cUz76PSUGxSTxeaBothZXR6x-PgWo4/s1600-h/DSCN0851.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370191040680432386" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLrvD5edzJrGmHHK_RYGgCDUkPfIk1p5AWMsurxKEjLk7q0e0eX_qeOYJ-di1-nwenKhIgfqcjIz0BSjjFzhwIdomDifgI1FQqB8Wxc-cUz76PSUGxSTxeaBothZXR6x-PgWo4/s200/DSCN0851.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>That's me, at the beach (well, lake) getting sunburnt. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWV7hqjlgMVreFaR_2BaAjo5JsY914n5tfngje-JJsRRk_bn_9xa6QV7dh6_YibSgSHXv0eVIuMATPRTZPUO6IwC07TbSeTTvkJvFxht7SJT91IssvCvbiqSuISCdgpP43E8if/s1600-h/DSCN0852.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370191030632955042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWV7hqjlgMVreFaR_2BaAjo5JsY914n5tfngje-JJsRRk_bn_9xa6QV7dh6_YibSgSHXv0eVIuMATPRTZPUO6IwC07TbSeTTvkJvFxht7SJT91IssvCvbiqSuISCdgpP43E8if/s200/DSCN0852.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>That's Kitten and Guitar Hero lounging on the beach blanket enjoying the sunshine. I think I was sitting above them smoking and drinking root beer.</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPLmgM-h47L5wmD3VLjOmNBX9ySrmKOn_OcNlN22ijqT2-Dov_9FVjJlXuSPvB5_a1vum_lhgSLNlYCv3eqrqNhDmP8YWcw1YUv_agv4Q7SZZ_e2SZGPMsKbiairiFYisK8xm8/s1600-h/RSCN0893.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370191027654463666" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPLmgM-h47L5wmD3VLjOmNBX9ySrmKOn_OcNlN22ijqT2-Dov_9FVjJlXuSPvB5_a1vum_lhgSLNlYCv3eqrqNhDmP8YWcw1YUv_agv4Q7SZZ_e2SZGPMsKbiairiFYisK8xm8/s200/RSCN0893.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>That's me and Kitten in the lake, enjoying ourselves very much.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-y1CneOXZepGNmfdBJvfPy-sJ7CZ7Xrc30K-Ge2Ur_fEuSK08G_h0BZ7DwqR9LSN7aYe4x-th4cty0bnLs6qbr0oscM5eFSn5DcxkgMwC4wuKQWgv7dav2E7N8ml_ZfSqoqEX/s1600-h/DSCN0871.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370188762574819106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-y1CneOXZepGNmfdBJvfPy-sJ7CZ7Xrc30K-Ge2Ur_fEuSK08G_h0BZ7DwqR9LSN7aYe4x-th4cty0bnLs6qbr0oscM5eFSn5DcxkgMwC4wuKQWgv7dav2E7N8ml_ZfSqoqEX/s200/DSCN0871.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>That's me Kitten and Guitar Hero playing on some of the playground equipment at the lake. This is why we get along, we all do crap like this. I've got loads of pictures like this one: us on the monkey bars, us in the treehouse...its nice to know I'm not the only completely immature one in the group....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnudmk6uGq728rCgfXbHaETRfHRNDGZqyCLeU7zXRhdDv-V4FAZhH1IzAtJrPZPi_j2TBI6RIVm3J_RDXIYkV47wNlT96ouOvGtZHfI5O73pTsgJpNICWFfWmGBJq7KgdtBMWQ/s1600-h/DSCN0841.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370188759657017250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnudmk6uGq728rCgfXbHaETRfHRNDGZqyCLeU7zXRhdDv-V4FAZhH1IzAtJrPZPi_j2TBI6RIVm3J_RDXIYkV47wNlT96ouOvGtZHfI5O73pTsgJpNICWFfWmGBJq7KgdtBMWQ/s200/DSCN0841.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br />That's Weasley. He's new. Another stray. Soooo cute. And to my horror, declawed. Someone threw my big boy out. But he likes me and he like to cuddle. So he stays. Jinx is a little jealous, she will overcome it I am sure.</div><div> </div><div>Right those are the pictures.</div><div> </div><div>Well. So we went to the lake and had a fabulous time while we were there. We all got sunburnt. Even Kitten. But it was nice. We spent most of the day in the water and I've been exhausted for the last two days because of it. More exercise then I've had in ages. Kitten isn't a very good swimmer, so I was really impressed with how much she was in the water and not on floaties like everyone else. It was good. It reminded me why I probably ought to quit smoking. I like to swim and its harder when I am out of shape and my lungs are begging for mercy.</div><div> </div><div>Kitten and I have asked Guitar Hero to move in with us. We offered her the back bedroom to stay in as long as she likes. I know it sounds odd since we're still in that honeymoon period and Kitten and Guitar Hero used to see eachother but I figure things will work out. I trust Guitar Hero. If they were going to fool around we'd have known it by now, and I think they'd have talked to me about it. Or they wouldn't haev split up in the first place. Second, Guitar Hero really respects our relationship, she actually sat me down and told me how much one day. She didn't have to, you can tell when she's over. Speaking of that - she's over all the time. Her college is in our town and she's been commuting to it for four years (she's working on a master's now) and she lves an hour and a half away. We figure its a good investment for her and for us. She's up two or three nights a week minimum anyway. Until she gets a good job or whatever it will be easier for her to stay with us and she won't have to worry about money for a while. We like the idea.</div><div> </div><div>And now for boring honeymoon talk. We're calling the vacation our honeymoon, cause really, that's what it is. We're doing a private binding ceremony before we head out. I think things will work out well. The 90 day mark was earlier this week and I got to start making all of our dinner and recreation reservations. I called the itenerary planner to let her know where I was and see if she could book some other things for me yeesterday. She *apologized* for me having to make any calls at all. She was seriously distressed over the fact I made my own dinner reservations. She also seemed seriously distressed that our seating at Cirque du Soliel wasn't good enough. She called me an hour later to proudly inform me she got us the "best seats in the house" (front row of first balcony, dead center - you can see the acrobats really well) with no trouble at all. I was a little stunned. </div><div> </div><div>I shouldn't be. This girl also has managed to arrange roses for our hotel room, customized restaurant menus (in some cases personalized with our names), Personalized keepsake maps to get us down to florida, back to home and around on the property with no trouble, champagne and wine sent to our tables for free when we go out, and special recognition at all the places we visit as newlyweds. I'm almost afraid of how happy and helpful these people are. But, it makes life easier. I won't complain. </div><div> </div><div>There are some places on our (version 1 - as she noted) itenerary where there are personal notes for us like "be sure to take the ferry on this day, its faster, and in the morning, the view is lovely" or when there's a stipulation, like for the dolphin thing, where it says no cameras or jewelry, etc. she leaves a note "but I'm sending a cast member down with a photopass camera so we'll get some pictures of you anyway." Its cool. Frightening but cool.</div><div> </div><div>So what's new in everyone else's world?</div><div> </div><div>xx/AG<br /></div></div></div>Alecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-80804954399817634292009-08-10T13:46:00.000-07:002009-08-10T13:48:27.062-07:00Sending Out an SOSIf you could go back in time and give advice to your younger self what advice would you give?<br /><br />As one of those people who confesses that they would never go back and change anything that has ever happened to them this is a great question. Going back in time and giving myself advice would take on a whole new meaning. I wouldn't say "don't take that first drink" or "don't go there that night" or "Say good bye tonight, this is the last time you'll see this person" I have to think in the context that I would still act in the way I did when I was younger.<br /><br />Things I would tell myself:<br /><br />You should appreciate everything that happens to you, good or bad.<br />People are going to wrong you. Its not your fault.<br />You're going to wrong other people. Learn to live gracefully with your mistakes, and sometimes your regret.<br />You may do things other people want you to even if you don't want to. Learn your motivations and your needs.<br />Forgive yourself<br />Forgive others<br />Family is inescapable. Learn to love them for waht they are, not what you want them to be<br />Soemtimes its going to feel like there is no way out, there is - and its not usually the way out you're looking for. Be grateful for it anyway.<br />Remember everyone's opinions can change, even yours.<br />Learn to be patient<br />Hapiness is something you work for sometimes<br />Love is something that won't feel like work, even when it is.<br /><br /><br />There's surely other things I would say to myself, but I can't think of them now. What would you say to yourself? What would you say to me?Alecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15111679.post-65126336890592936242009-08-09T07:09:00.000-07:002009-08-09T07:11:48.924-07:00We wouldn't have to eat Kraft DinnerSo I broke down and got a livejournal accout and i think I'm going to make an effort to use their writer's block prompts for a while as a way for getting back into writing. Now normally I'd assume it would promt writing and not thought. Not today, though....<br /><br />You just won a million dollars and you have to give all of it away. What would you do with it?<br /><br />A million dollars anymore wouldn't seem like it would go that far, would it? Anymore it's like a pittance. But think what you could do with a million. Lets say we get a million tax free. And we have to give it away. All of it. Without stipulations?<br /><br /> I'd buy my mom a house. One of her own, pretty decent sized and I'd pay her utilities for ten years. So about $24K for utilities for ten years and another 100k for a decent house in a nice part of our neat little midwestern town. Call it a round $125k then.<br /><br />I'd give another $125K to our local libraries for reading enrichment programs and literacy training programs.<br /><br />$250K to the local women's help shelter. They are always crunched for numbers and do so much good work. In the last ten years, its rare for a room to be open. It would be nice to help them expand.<br /><br />$125K to our local zoo, for expansion and research$125K for diabetes research $125K for our local AIDS testing center for funding for free testing adn education programs in our community<br /><br />$125K to our local Habitat for Humanity for building new homes in our area for disadvantaged families.<br /><br />I'm out of money now and have plenty of other places to put it. What would you do?<br /><br />AGxxAlecya Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03680200802683417322noreply@blogger.com0