Thursday, December 29, 2016

Farmer Bill, Cryptic Messages and Writing

I got a text from Farmer Bill with a list of names, a date and time. It's not unusual to get such cryptic messages from the commune farmer. I think new people have moved in this year, so it's exciting to always have new faces to talk with. I told Emory the message. He raised an eyebrow at me and said, "What's going on?" I laughed, because that's the same question I texted Farmer Bill. When I raised my eyebrow in turn, Emory laughed and said, "Ok, so what was his response?" Farmer Bill cusses a lot. So his message response had some very choice words about the list of names he gave me.

So long story short, I'm going over to see what's happening on this date and time. Why? Because that many people could make it interesting. Also, I'm bringing banana bread, because it feels weird showing up empty handed. Now that I think about it, I'm still empty handed. What was I thinking? With this household? I need to bring some wine too!

*Awesome Possum* Farmer Bill watched the first two seasons of Prison Break so he knows all the characters that I went on and on about!! 

I got sick. It sucks. I texted Ann and she said she was sick and totally forgot, but by then, it was too late. Too many items went hand to hand, so now I'm blasted with this little cold. It sucks, because I can't take the usual cold medicine. There is something in the ingredients that I'm allergic too. What sucks, is I took some medicine last night that I thought I could take and ended up having the same results as when I take the medicine with the ill advised ingredient.


Writing Update

HKT: I'm trying to finish this novella. I wrote 1,228 words yesterday. I'm going to try and finish this chapter this week, but sadly, I think there might be one more chapter needed. Too much information to just end it where I originally thought I would.

WS: Story is currently (not really) titled. I rewrote the beginning. 3031 words/60,000 word goal

 PB 2nd Story: 2841 words / 25,000 word goal. reworked the beginning. I need to research a little more into scarification. It's so disgusting watching it actually being done. Kind of feel a lot of motivation in this story from the movie American Mary.

Monday, December 26, 2016

Gifts, Religious Practices and Writing

I decided this year that I'll be a little more forthcoming of my religious practices. It's a strange feeling because for so long, I believed that it was best not to talk about being a witch. I'm scared of the return of the burning times, but then again, some people might say I'm a little paranoid and a bit of a conspiracy theorist. Emory doesn't buy into conspiracy ANYTHING, so he does help ground me.

This year, I gave Yule gifts and one of my higher ups asked, "did you mean to give me a gift?" I told her, "yes, it's Yule!" and she wanted me to explain. Explain it! I've never really explained it to anyone. I know what the dictionary says, but as for my own beliefs... so I tried to explain it. I don't know if I did a great job, but she did seem to understand when I said it wasn't something I talked about because I didn't want to be treated differently. Later, she wrote me a letter thanking me for taking the time to answer her questions.

The only thing I'm really focused on right now is that spring is coming, though ironically, it's finally cold enough to wear a coat. About a week ago, wearing a coat by noon was suffocating and hot. I bought a fun little sweater dress that I think I showed a few times on here. Well, on December 24, as we made our rounds to all the families and communes that celebrate Christmas, it was freezing! Absolutely, utterly, terrifyingly freezing!!! And I wore that little dress without hose or anything because I expected it to warm up, even though it'd been raining. Nuts on my end.  My teeth were chattering away.

I got so many fun little gifts this year. At the Scottsdale commune, Lady Jodi and Sir Jeffery bought me a little spell book. It's so cute and utter fluff. It's just a cute little thing to sit somewhere. I flipped through it and it's got the cycles of the moon and all that cute beginner information in it. I love it so much. PLUS!!! It's the first witch gift I've gotten from a non-practitioner. Made me feel loved.

Writer Update

PB: Book 2: 1800 words written / 25000 word goal. I swear I already wrote the beginning of this book. It's a vivid memory so where did I put it when I'm usually so careful with my work? Anyways, writing a new beginning and though I'm not sure I like it, it's easier to edit something that's already there. So back to work!

WF book 2: 72 pages edited/104 pages to go. Yes, the book shrunk. I deleted so many pages in the middle that I felt was a mess. Tightening that old belt as they say. 

Sunday, December 18, 2016

Yule Consumer, Elf Poop Cookies and PARTIES!!


Went holiday shopping. I say holiday because I practice Yule, but the majority of people in my life celebrate Christmas. I'm looking for a happy medium.

Target wasn't badly crowded, but enough to get my anxiety going. Ann was with me and she had some very distinct things she was looking for, so we started in the children's section. We found this super funny little toy that is basically like the hot potato game with child humor. I also found a super AWESOME shirt that was 100% not my size! There are so many Star Wars related items out.


There was even a shirt that had Yoda saying, "I'm not an elf." So cute. Speaking of the holidays, I was looking for a fun recipe. I love making things for my witch friends and this year will be no different. I found some super cool recipes that I shared with a friend who asked for some ideas. I think she might be my Secret Santa and was poking around for some ideas.

I love hitting up the cooking aisle. Emory and I want to make cookies. At first we were going to make unicorn poop cookies, but now we might make green and red elf poop cookies for our nieces and nephews. I think they'll find it funny, though it could encourage the behavior their parents are trying to get them to stop.

The Boot Scooter Christmas Party was a blast! Some friends gave me a little peach wine and I realized it might be one of the few white wines I like, but even that small glass made me feel like I had a few. We do this thing called the "white elephant" where you get a number and when your number is called, you can take an unopened gift and open it for the whole room to see, or you can steal a gift someone already has, but you can only steal 2 times. 

Emory's gifts got stolen a few times right out from under him so he had to go back and steal other people's gifts. No one touched my wine, which I originally stole from my mom. The wine my mom really wanted got stolen from her and it wasn't the wine I originally took from her, which ironically was the Peach Wine I had an earlier taste sample of. She had a red wine from Washington that she really wanted to keep and a player took it from her. So she stole wine from the tallest man in the group. I swear, he might be part giant, but he does a mean impression of Little Red Riding Hood. What is always popular with these people; any animated stuffed animals, Mickey and Minnie Disney items, country stuff, alcohol beverages, animated Christmas toys and blankets.



Emory in response to Irish Cream: "Look, you can pour it over ice cream."
Me: "No! The last time I mentioned that I put tequila over ice cream, they called me an alcoholic! Apparently you're just supposed to stop at drinking liquor..."
Emory: "That's ridiculous. You are not an alcoholic."
Me: "You promise?"
Emory: "Yes."
Me: "Can we get some ice cream on our way home?"   

Mom: "I want to buy wine tonight, but I'm worried about how I'll feel in the morning."
Me: "So get the wine and only drink 1 glass."
Mom: "We NEVER stop at one glass."
Me: "We, as in you and me, or we as in the family?"
Mom: "We, as in you, me and the family. It's not in our nature when wine's involved."
Me: *thinks about it* *snaps fingers* "I'll come over and split the bottle and you'll have less to worry about!" 

Well, sadly, must end the post here. I have to be at the station early so we can test the new computer systems. Nothing like the "merge" to disrupt a perfectly great weekend! BUT, Ann is cooking a turkey tomorrow and everyone will be at the commune to eat. I will bring some of my tofu. I still want to eat, just not what they're having. :) Also!! Bought some Milano chocolate cookies!! Emory said we could squeeze it into our budget, but after the "season" we're going to have to tighten our purse strings.

Couldn't find any more pumpkin rum for Rob and Lisa. Apparently once the world realized this existed, all the supply at the stores ran out.   

Monday, December 12, 2016

Swords, Office Parties and Rummage Sales


Emory ordered a holder for his swords. We’re trying to find a place to hang it. I think it’ll be in the living room, but I don’t want it on the wall above the couch. For some reason, I just don’t trust the ghost that lives with us, and I don’t want him to knock it off the holder. Both Katana swords are in beautiful sheaths, but… just, in case…

I mean, the ghost hasn’t proven to be angry. It hasn’t tried to push us from the house. It just sort of creeps around and scares me. Emory is meh! on the subject. He has his doubts the apparition is real. I know what I see. Emory has doubts about the reptilian society that lives underground and he doesn’t think I should be concerned about the Kraken either. 

Another weekend has passed and we still haven't gone to Glendale Glitters. My office holiday party was Saturday night. My girlfriends decided not to go last minute. I was going to catch up with them later, but I got home and ended up playing Wii games until I passed out at 3:00 a.m. 

The weekend was busy and fun. I got a text at 5:00 a.m. Saturday that my friends wanted to go to rummage sales. By the time I got to their house (because they live more towards the center of Phoenix), they had Starbucks Chai Tea waiting for me. I love chai tea. We ended up playing with the puppies for an hour, talking for another hour and finally got out of the house to look at the garage sales. I bought some "Hillbilly" wine glasses. They are mason jars glued on top of candlestick holders. My aunt bought Emory some like years ago, but they are so cool, so I bought two more for a $1.00 each. 

I also bought a full season of Aqua Teen Hunger Force for $1.00. I had  a dream years ago that I was Frylock's girlfriend. My imagination captured the dimension of that world so accurately and it was comfortable. I'm sure there is something psychological behind this, but meh, it's a funny cartoon. I don't think there are too many cartoons on Adult Swim that Emory finds funny, so I'll be watching this season by myself. I also bought the first season of Prison Break because I'm so addicted to Wentworth Miller and Dominic Purcell. I fell in love with their characters on Flash; Heatwave and Captain Cold.


Usually I avoid prison movies like I avoid mobster movies and horror movies with body modification scenes. My prison penpal would tell me the ends and outs of that life and it left me jittery, but I thought, "Just watch one episode and if it's too intense, that's it." But it was more suspenseful than intense... except for a couple of scenes that did leave me feeling super blah! My prison penpal is out now, so I will text him every couple of episodes to ask what the possibilities of "this situation" or "that situation" is. He didn't answer my last question. 

When we got back to the house, my friends made me lunch. It was so amazing. We laughed so much. I really enjoy their company.

Sunday, a bunch of us went for massages. Poor Emory kept falling asleep in the waiting room. The minute he got off work, we went straight over there for the massage. After that, I've been downloading music to my computer. Emory and I have been together for sixteen years, love about the same artists, but we haven't combined our music. Well, now I'm doing that, but it's going to take a few months since we don't have the time to just sit here and do it. I thought this weekend I'd be doing exactly that, but nope!
  
This is the first holiday for our neighbor without his wife. He'd been married for 30 years to her and she passed away with cancer. He's been giving me all their Christmas things and these items are gorgeous and well kept. I will treasure these gifts