It’s Been a While

Like a month. Okay, a little more than a month. Life has been hectic. Lots of ups and downs.

We have looked out houses! We found many that were not right, a few that were, and of those few good ones, fewer still we have considered. There was one that was nearly perfect! It had enough rooms(ugly rooms, but nothing paint wouldn’t fix), a little more than an acre of land, and a basement. It was in that basement that we found the foundation bowing and nice shafts of daylight weaseling in.

There went that dream.

We are seeming to be nearing the end of our search, though. There are two houses we’re looking at this weekend and my father is coming with us to do some inspections. Fingers crossed!

As I said, there have been ups and downs. The big down portion is that Grendal’s grandmother passed away roughly two weeks ago. It was expected but that never softens the blow. It’s been hard on Grendal’s family. Things are slowly settling. We worry about grandpa. They had been married for 64 years. It’s hard to imagine what he is going through.

The only other positive thing that has happened is that I turned 30 on the 24th. I may be one of those few happy people to be 30. I’ve been told that these years will be good.

Things have to get better.

Doing Adult Things

Adult things.  Y’know, like paying bills and stuff.  Not “adult” things.  This blog is considered PG, maybe PG13 if I’m feeling rather animated(ie ranting and getting liberal with the “curse words”).

Anyway, last Thursday Grendal and I took a major step forward in our life: we talked with a loan officer at our bank.  Better yet we got pre-approved for a home loan!  I’ve been rambling on about looking for our own place for a while now and it finally seems like it’s going to happen.  Starting with the next round of checks we’re both putting roughly half our paychecks into a joint savings account.  That’s another “adult” thing we’ve decided to do: a joint account.  Savings only, though.  We figure that when it comes to the regular accounts we should have our own because, knowing how paranoid I get, if an amount of money seems to be missing thanks to Grendal wanting to surprise me with something, I will know.  I watch my account like a hawk and worry over little things.

So yes, we’re taking that large step into becoming “proper adults”(oh how littered this post shall be with quotation marks).  We’re happy, my family is happy, our friends are happy, and, I think, Grendal’s family is happy.  It’s hard to say because this is where it becomes a little strange.

!!!WARNING!!!

Up to this point I have somewhat danced around and/or shied away from talk of spiritual things. I know not a lot of people enjoy that talk and I have lost a friend or two because of it.  So, if you don’t mind reading about it then follow the break.

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Dear Niece

Dear Little Onna,

I found out over the weekend that you like bad guys. I just wanted to let you know that I like them too. Don’t feel bad if you hear grandma or your mom talk about how weird it is, I understand. You are a year ahead of me when it comes to liking villains.

I was in a grade higher than you when I decided bad guys were cool but it wasn’t the best way to get to that point. Being little kids in elementary school we decided to play something akin to the Disney movies we loved. We had our knight, sidekick, townsfolk, but we still needed our princess and evil witch

Another girl and I wanted to be the princess but only one could be it. Kids being kids, we decided that princesses had to sing and that was the way to pick. Apparently I didn’t sing well enough. I decided to be the best evil witch there was.

And I was, my little Onna! I also went on to be a part of many choirs, impressing many people and driving a few to teary eyes. Not many princesses can do that. You will notice that the bad guys have the best songs.

We aren’t alone either! Grendal likes bad guys too, and there are people you don’t know that love them. Some even dress up as them and get their pictures taken by other people who love bad guys. We understand.

It’s okay to get upset when the bad guy loses. It’s okay to cry if they die. They have feelings too. Some are more evil than others. Some are just misunderstood. Some have a life that will make you understand why they did it. It’s okay to like some more than others. And it’s okay to root for the hero.

Enjoy the villains. Look at the evil witches and see that, sometimes, they aren’t as bad as some say. Sometimes those women are just strong willed and don’t take the crap men dish out. Sometimes they got hurt and want revenge. Yes, sometimes they are manipulated into it or do evil things because they enjoy it.

Bad guys will never change in your movies, t.v. shows, and video games. You will change, my little Onna. And if you still love the bad guy, you and I can be evil witches together and sing the best songs.

Back to the Future

It’s a good movie, but the movie is irrelevant right now but I needed the title!

So yes, RenFair time was had over this past Saturday and it was a decent time.  I say decent and not great because my bodice broke and I ended up being stabbed in the lower back by two plastic ribbing pieces(note to self: use ACTUAL corset next time).  It was hot but there was a breeze, a small one, but it helped.  There was not a cloud in the sky which ended up with me feeling ill by the end of the day thanks to too much sun exposure.  Don’t give me that look!  I need to keep this pasty white complexion the way it is.  I did end up sleeping 12 hours after and felt fine!

My nieces enjoyed themselves to no end! They got some treats, had their own costumes, the eldest got her leather bound journal(with hand made pages!!), and the youngest got her little puppet and a pair of horns!  The only disappoint was the final joust, which was to the death.  This year, sadly, none of the players had their eye “ripped” out and they went a little easy on the stage blood.  Ho hum.

Grendal and I are going again on the 23 with Divo and one of Grendal’s coworkers.  No children this time.  More fun to be had, by means of not having to ghost a 7 year old.

But yes, PICTURES!  I have some.  Not a lot.  Only 294 shots.  Not all of them are as great as they could be.  I promise more after the next trip.

Those pictures(not all 294) and less rambling below the cut!

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Going on a Quest!

Now, I don’t watch tv. We own a tv, play games on it, watch movies, and maybe a random show, but we don’t watch tv. I suppose it should be more of a ‘I don’t watch cable’ thing. That’s not to say I never watched cable. I used to love watching educational shows/channels, cartoons(even now I watch them), shows on conspiracy theories, anything SciFi, and stuff like that. Reality shows, though, were never a thing for me. I hated them. Pointless shows. Always focusing on contrite things and never entertaining, at least for me.

Last night Grendal and I went to a friends’ place(the owners of those lovely dogs I mentioned two posts earlier). We had dinner and chatted about our trip to the fair tomorrow(PREPARE FOR PICTURES). They are the family that eats before their television. It was fine. A rerun of a season 2 episode of Big Bang Theory was on, a show that I could rant about for a while(first season and half was beautiful), but it was easily tuned out. The show they wanted to watch wasn’t on for some reason so we began looking for something else. We saw a title and it grabbed my interest as well as Grendal’s(he thought it was something else, which is also good). I know it’s bad to jump into something based on title alone, but we did it.

The Quest.

Like I said, reality type shows I hate and Grendal hates them with a fiery passion. The Quest, though, is something different. Yes it is a reality show. There different contestants and you get to see their interactions with each other, for better or worse, as they go through the week’s challenge. At the end of that week a person is voted off. Rinse and repeat. Then you have that magical something, which is what caught our interest.

LARP. Or, what it seemed to me, running around semi-in character at a ren fair.

Now while it was only episode two we still missed important bits about the show and story itself. I am reluctant to be so excited about it but it was entertaining. We will be watching more.

Also, why are they all paladins? What if someone wanted to be a danger or druid(totally me)? Not to mention they showed a preview of the next episode. The paladins are picking locks. Not very paladin like.

And that, my friends, is why a D&D player shouldn’t be on the show.

Unless they can ignore such things….maybe.

Tension

So much of it. Of the sexual kind. Not me! I am fine, thank you, even though you probably didn’t need nor want to know that.

The other night I decided, finally, to sit down and watch The King and I for thw billionth time. I remember watching it as a child, one of the fond memories I have of time with my mother. It was something that was always on around the holidays and we would watch it whenever TMC had it on. My mother and I would laugh at the King’s “Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera”, we loved the play that the characters put on, and I would be singing ‘Getting to Know You’ and ‘Shall We Dance’ for days. Hell, the songs are still in my head! What is awesome is the fact that Grendal enjoys the movie, though not to the same degree as myself. I have heard him humming some of the songs and he has quoted the King before. Always gets a smile out of me.

As a kid I always knew that Anna and the King liked each other. It was never hidden. Watching it this time around I was suddenly fully aware of the look that the King was giving Anna during ‘Shall We Dance’. In the back of my head I was wondering why I had never noticed it before.

It got me thinking about other movies and such, and sexual tension. Mainly in my childhood/life in general.

Phantom of the Opera was a big one for me. Thats also an obvious one for anyone who has seen a performance or listened to the soundtracks. It was my first musical and, at the young age of a second grader(what is that, 7?), I was in awe of, what I thought was, the romance between The Phantom and Christine. I qucikly got my hands on anything and everything related to the Phantom of the Opera. I devoured the original novel, I remember balling my eyes out because I couldn’t watch Claude Rains’ Phantom movie(didn’t do my homework), and I was given tape after tape, CD after Cd(I wore that shit out) of the soundtrack. To this day I know every song and every breath in those songs. I was rather upset to learn that there were other musicals based on the same story and I hadn’t heard nor seen them.

Back on track! SEXUAL TENSION! It wasn’t until I found a list of Phantom of the Opera inspired books. I stumbled upon Susan Kay’s novel and I was in love. I took that book out so often at the library and was excited when I found a nice hardcover copy on EBay. That novel doesn’t skimp on the tension and made you aware that the Phantom was a killer(which many fans and fanfic writers seem to forget). I loved and felt a little shy about reading parts of it. There was nothing explicit but my 14 year old imagination was all a flutter.

Jane Eyre was another book and movie like that for me. Many moments of me trying to will the charactera to just admit their feelings and kiss. The torment of it all, though, was worth it in the end.

There are tons of others that I have stumbled upon over the ages and it seems like something I rather enjoy. Watching these characters interact and seeing something between them. Whether or not they become an item in the end doesn’t change things for me. I enjoy the tension. I do prefer these things in a visual form mainly to see the actors and actresses perform these bits. How a certain look and a specific moment can change the feeling of a scene is amazing. Whether it’s just the stance of a body, the way they smooth their hair, or even the way the walk towards the other. It’s amazing. Even the way a line is delivered can change it.

Its funny, now that I think about it. Everything that is running through my mind, none of it enters the realm of erotica. Like I have said before, I read and enjoy that stuff. More than likely I prefer the non-erotica stories because its a little something extra. I mean, I perk up instantly and I’m thinking, ‘what is this? Am I making this up?’

I’m looking at you Hannibal.

See what I mean?

I’m All By My Self

Or I would like to be. At times, anyway.

I love walking to work in the morning, by myself more often than with Divo or Grendal.  Not that I don’t mind the company it’s just that I need those moments to myself to think. To enjoy things. Even wake up properly at times.

The past two weeks or so the mornings have been lovely. Cool and quiet, despite the highway so close by. I can listen to the birds chatter at each other.  I’ve watched the crows that hang out in the neighborhood. Hell, I even found a crow feather(which makes a total of three on my altar)! Its been relaxing.

Speaking of relaxing, I’ve been waking up in rather chipper moods and fully rested. Which is strange. I usually wake up a little groggy and in a neutral mood. My sleep habits haven’t changed and neither have my eating or drinking(coffee…..and booze…..). It’s strange but I shouldn’t complain. Something is shifting towards a positive.

There is one more week until the Renaissance Fair and I’m getting excited.  Have to mess around with my costume, but it’ll be worth it.  I’ve yet to have a bad time at the Fair and I doubt one will start now.  My nieces are getting ready with their costumes and Grendal and I are snagging my youngest niece’s wooden sword to paint it and make it look as real as we can get.  They’re excited too.

Other than that, the week has been mellow. Which is nice.

 

And weird……I was getting use to the hectic days.