First night with Addie went well--she slept from about 10 until 3 in the morning, then after a potty break slept until 9 this morning. I feel tired, but don't dare take a nap because I don't have a baby gate yet to keep her on the linoleum floor where her food, water and pee-pad are (and where she's napping at the present).
Truth be told I'd much rather not buy a baby gate because I have the suspicion that they cost a pretty penny, while me and Lacey could collaborate on a better way to keep her from wandering onto the carpet. I also welcome advice from my Vox neighbors, cuz yall are some smart cookies I know ;)
At least when the roomies get back they can cuddle and coo over her (and make sure she doesn't pee on the carpet) while I go to Walmart and buy her something tough to chew on. She doesn't favor the rope toy as much as she does my fingers and toes. And those are milking teeth, yowza.
But I still love her and can't wait to see her get big enough to play frisbee :D As tired as I am, I still insist on getting up from the computer and looking in on her at the slightest rustle of the newspaper she's lying on. I guess that says most of it, huh? ;)
That's my Addie puppy!! Yesterday while up at the shop in Columbus, Lady Hawk made mention of an ad in a local trade magazine that said someone was giving away Blue Heeler/Australian Shepherd puppies free to a good home! I called the number and found out they lived about an hour away, but it wasn't so much the distance as I wanted to make sure the roomies were ok with it. They were, in fact, so this morning me and Lacey took a little road trip to pick up the baby! She's about 6 weeks old, and is a fat little pup. See?
Apparently that's a no, as it just uploaded only one of about five pictures.
Sigh. I give up on Vox's witchy ways.
But I've got my hands on something this past Saturday that made me do a little Snoopy dance! Well, two things really. First, I finally have a taste for hot tea! Well, somewhat hot. "See, what had happened was..." Winter brought a quart pitcher to Ostara at the park on Saturday so we could brew some sun-tea to drink. The teabags she used were Earl Grey, and they made the best pitcher of unsweetened tea I think I've ever tasted! The bergamot was insanely good. So now I have a box of Earl Grey tea bags and am thinking of stealthy ways to slip some sugar in it...which probably requires putting the sugar in with the teabag and pouring the hot water over it so it dissolves right. You know we Southerners are picky about our sugar in our tea ;)
Second thing! The Columbus folks had an auction for the coven Saturday before their Ostara gathering, and most of it was beautiful things like an athame and boline hand-made by our beloved Wizard (not sure of his real name, that's what we all call him), and they were BEAUTIFUL. I would have liked to have had them, but the bidding got a little too rich for my blood :) Instead, I opted for this gem!
His name is Ostara Guitara--yes, I really did name him that ;) We call him Ossie for short. He's a Copley with brand new Gibson strings, and I got him for $22! I guess I got lucky that everyone else had already spent up all their money, hahaha! And you best believe I'll make him sing somethin' pretty!
I'm going to post some pictures from Kat and I's trip to visit Ken in Michigan. I've already typed up all the blogs with events corresponding to these photos, so just reference them and spare me re-hashing the trip :P
Yall ought to know by now that when I do things, I do them all out...today I'm celebrating Ostara to its fullest, attending one circle here in town in the morning, and then driving an hour to another circle out at the Sacred Grove! Got to run to Walmart now.
So, this past Sunday, I told my mom I was a Wiccan. I didn't plan on it--I didn't even know I was going to until something just pressed me to do it! I was nervous as hell, the first thing that popped into my mind to ease into the subject while we were standing in the kitchen was "Mama, can I talk to you about religion?" I thought to myself how I sounded kinda Mormon, but I was too nervous to laugh to myself or out loud. Of course her reply was "sure", so in the doorway of the kitchen I blatantly told her (in a kind way) that "I'm a Wiccan, we're not evil, and we don't worship the devil." Of course, I was the first to crack and start crying. Oh well. I continued on, "I just wanted to tell you because I love you and you deserve to know the truth." She started to cry a little as well, but overall it went much better than I'd imagined--and MUCH better than the dream I had where she discovered my altar and got ready to go "God-warrior" on me.
We hugged and went to sit down on the couch; I told her a little bit about Wiccan beliefs and how casting a circle works and why we cast circles...she told me she would pray for me, but that since love transcends differences that she still loves me very much. That's all well and good, and I'm glad she feels that way, but I kindly let her know that my being Wiccan is not a direct result of something she didn't do, did do, could have done, or didn't do--I'm Wiccan because it feels most right with me. And I also remarked gently that she could pray all she wanted, but that wouldn't guarantee a complete 180-degree switch in my beliefs.
I'm glad it's finally off my chest, and I'm extremely thankful it went as well as it did. Later that day (after I'd come back to the apartment to get ready for school the next day) mama texted me asking if I wanted her to tell daddy, which I said go ahead...his reply (from what I understand) was that he didn't accept it, but he too still loves me. Good enough, I guess.
Why is it when you wake up in the morning, all your limbs feel as if they've not been used in years? Maybe I'm just very tired.
The opera workshop has been postponed until the end of April, which gives me time (thankfully) to learn my music, because I don't know if I've mentioned it but I was just thrown into the fray about two weeks before the scheduled performance, because I really was eager to be in it, but had no idea about auditions last semester. Yay voice majors!
One of the candidates for a voice teacher position came yesterday to give a short performance, a teaching demonstration, and a research presentation, the latter of which was most interesting! She was discussing the roles of Italian castrati (castrated men who retain prepubescent voices for opera) in Handel's Ariodante, and the best way to replace castrati roles in modern society where no one's castrated to retain prepubescent boy-voice.
I'm starting to work again on designs for henna tattoos...I wanted to start doing henna for people as a side project back my senior year of high school or so, but lack of money for henna and whatnot got in the way. I bought a henna powder kit at Middle Earth in Ann Arbor, and while it might not be the highest quality stuff, I'm at least starting to work out ratios of sugar and things...whether I like my henna stringy or not. Blah blah, I could babble on about it all day.
Time to go get the oil changed and get copies of my jury music to the accompanist.