Best Week EVAR!
Here I am again, ready to rant and rave all over the intarwebz, but this time? It's about something GOOOOOOOD.
Ok, so Wednesday sucked ass.
At first.
I started it out by waking up an hour later than I was supposed to- I woke up at 2pm, which just made me mad at myself. I've been trying to keep on a semi-reasonable schedule, and really... 1pm is sleeping in. 2pm is just lazy.
Anyway, so it's supposed to be my day off on Wednesday- I just settled everything and got it all sorted out so I can be off Wednesdays.
And then everyone and their mothers decided they wanted a piece of me. Two of my friends started IMing me online, I had two appointments come up on Second Life, plus my husband set up a gaming night for that night...
Everyone just wanted a piece of my time. It's not that I didn't want to spend time with those people, I just resented that it all had to happen that DAY, and just sucked up all of my time off. So, I was a little cranky, to start with.
Then Mike came in, while I was waiting on someone to respond about their appointment on SL, and he reminded me that we were supposed to spend some of Wednesday at the park together.
Shit.
So, I got fed up. GODDAMMIT, this was bullshit, and it was NOT going to get in the way of me spending time with my boy. I shut down the damn computer program, closed my comp, and got ready for our trip. Pissy or not, I was gonna spend some damn time with my boyfriend. Fuck the appointment.
So, on our way out, I grump and bitch with Mike, warning him about my bad mood. I also told him that under no circumstances was I going to be able to handle the park without a Keva Juice in me. *grins*
So, we're on the way from Keva to the park, which I'm kind of feeling less and less inclined towards, and Mike mentions that he has to go by the local metaphysical store to buy some candles. Yay! She called me a week ago to come check out the new tarot deck she ordered for me- I suggest a change of plans, and Mike agrees. Yay! Screw the park! Who wants to go outside anyway?
So we go to the store, and we get to see the new deck I'm thinking of buying. Only, we hit a little more bad luck- the deck is awesome, the Shadowscapes Tarot. Aaaaand I have no money. My day sort of hit me then- I was gonna have to take money away from my trip in order to pay for this deck of cards, and I really wanted them. It was just sort of a perfect example of my life- broke, overstressed and overscheduled, and tiiiiiiired. I wanted to go back to bed.
*smiles* That's when Mike bought me the deck. And he bought me a book that I wanted, on faeries and how they're all fucked up in their little pixie brains. *grins* He could tell I was having a bad day- it seemed really important to make me feel better.
Of course, that's when he started talking to Jann (the store owner) about her using her L337 book-binding skills to create a big-ass tome for his ritual chamber.
Dick.
I was SOOOOO jealous! And believe me, with the emotional rollercoaster I'd been riding that day, it was EXHAUSTING to experience that.
Why was I jealous? Because ever since I was 5 years old, I've wanted a big huge-ass grimoire, leatherbound with a lock or a latch, to scribe spells in. I used to use little diaries and pretend they were big gigantic books of spells for my X-men figures. I even wrote in them, dutifully copying down the spells from Disney movies and fantasy books, so I'd have them for later.
And it only got worse as I got older. When I was a teen, I hated the Charmed sisters, and those girls from Practical Magic. Bitches had awesome big books and all I had were cheap-ass scrapbooks which I sort of managed to turn into near-grimoires. Not only didn't my family have money to spend on real grimoire supplies, I am also NOT a scrapbooker, and my mother would have killed me if she saw me try to make something like that- she was really scared of witchcraft until I managed to calm her down in my early twenties. 'Sides which, I wanted something MEDIEVAL!
*laughs* I even knew which one I wanted-
http://www.brahmsbookworks.com/alchemygrimoire.html
Here's a picture:
Yes. That. I've wanted a Brahm's grimoire for eight effing years. For nearly a decade, I've watched people buy big grimoires and tomes for their ritual spaces, and decorate them and get them all pretty. I've watched my students buy them, my old coven had one, even my ex-boyfriend had a great big grimoire for his altar. It. Just. Wasn't. Fair.
And now Mike was commissioning a HANDMADE one from our friend, whose skills, as I may have mentioned, are UBER.
I very calmly (and without killing any small children in frustration, I add with justifiable pride,) explained my jealous reaction after his very kind effort. I even made it into a joke- the grimoire I wanted was ridiculously expensive, so I knew I was being irrational.
He chuckled, and calmed me down, and we went home.
After a bit of time being online, he spotted me looking longingly at 'my' grimoire on the website. I showed it to him, and he agreed that it was a very good choice, even for the prohibitive price of $350.
Then he bought it for me. "Add to cart, honey," he said, and for all I could understand his words, he might have been speaking Spanish. Then he leaned over and clicked the button.
I now have a $300+ fucking grimoire coming to my house, for ME, sometime within the next couple months. Not just any grimoire, either- THE grimoire I've pined over for eight YEARS.
I nearly cried. I didn't, but I almost did. I think I didn't cry because I honestly had no ability to handle it. I was completely dumbfounded- this is not the sort of thing that happens to me.
What do you say when someone does something so beyond your ability to cope as a kindness for you?
"Thank you" seemed inadequate. So did "I love you." I said both, of course, numerously, but I say those things all the time, and they just didn't seem like the right words to express my feelings.
'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHOMGOMGOMGHOLYCRAPWOWOMGOMGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!' might have been closer. But we have neighbors, and I think breaking their windows miiiiiiight have resulted in problems for everyone.
Almost did it anyway, though- our windows definitely shivered.
So, that was freaking awesome. But. It gets better.
The deck I got? I opened it up and the first thing I noticed was that the whole thing was covered in butterflies.
Butterflies.
THEY"RE EATING MY BRAIN! XD
Yeah, butterflies.
But it didn't stop there.
The creatures for the suit of Wands? Foxes. *grins*
The creatures for the suit of Swords? SWANS.
And the backs of the cards? Yeah, they look like a really weird and pretty pattern of stars and a big ring with a strange sort of sunburst in the middle. Kinda looks like...
... an eye. Which means when the cards lay in normal shape? A vertical eye, one of the Japanese emblems for witchcraft.
*grins widely*
Those of you who know anything about my fictional character on Second Life, the one who I wrote as a mystical ancestor to my tradition, will recognize all the obvious signs of connection to her.
It's funny, too- when I read with the cards, it's like she's standing over my shoulder helping me notice things I wouldn't ever really pay attention to, but are definitely something she would notice.
I honestly have no idea what to say about that. Some days I feel like I'm taking crazy pills, seriously. Here are a couple pics of the deck I got, though- they're great, you should buy them. You can observe the animals I was talking about, and also the reeeeeally nice artwork behind the images, although I couldn't find an image online of the card-backs, so I'll have to upload a pic myself later. Stephanie Pui-Mun Law's art is awesome, seriously- she did the cups in the Mage: the Awakening tarot, and also the cover art and illustrations for Blue Rose RPG by Green Ronin, which is also awesome too (shamelessly plugs Steve's book).
AAAND! I got asked to give a reading to two of the ladies who work at Mystic Dream while I was in Walnut Creek on Saturday. Woot! I even got paid- pretty well, in fact! That makes this the second month I've actually come up ahead financially on one of these trips. I'll have to make sure to offer some money to the boys for commission!
So, pretty damn great week. I'm very happy about it. We'll see what tomorrow has in store for me. *smiles*
See y'all later!
Ok, so Wednesday sucked ass.
At first.
I started it out by waking up an hour later than I was supposed to- I woke up at 2pm, which just made me mad at myself. I've been trying to keep on a semi-reasonable schedule, and really... 1pm is sleeping in. 2pm is just lazy.
Anyway, so it's supposed to be my day off on Wednesday- I just settled everything and got it all sorted out so I can be off Wednesdays.
And then everyone and their mothers decided they wanted a piece of me. Two of my friends started IMing me online, I had two appointments come up on Second Life, plus my husband set up a gaming night for that night...
Everyone just wanted a piece of my time. It's not that I didn't want to spend time with those people, I just resented that it all had to happen that DAY, and just sucked up all of my time off. So, I was a little cranky, to start with.
Then Mike came in, while I was waiting on someone to respond about their appointment on SL, and he reminded me that we were supposed to spend some of Wednesday at the park together.
Shit.
So, I got fed up. GODDAMMIT, this was bullshit, and it was NOT going to get in the way of me spending time with my boy. I shut down the damn computer program, closed my comp, and got ready for our trip. Pissy or not, I was gonna spend some damn time with my boyfriend. Fuck the appointment.
So, on our way out, I grump and bitch with Mike, warning him about my bad mood. I also told him that under no circumstances was I going to be able to handle the park without a Keva Juice in me. *grins*
So, we're on the way from Keva to the park, which I'm kind of feeling less and less inclined towards, and Mike mentions that he has to go by the local metaphysical store to buy some candles. Yay! She called me a week ago to come check out the new tarot deck she ordered for me- I suggest a change of plans, and Mike agrees. Yay! Screw the park! Who wants to go outside anyway?
So we go to the store, and we get to see the new deck I'm thinking of buying. Only, we hit a little more bad luck- the deck is awesome, the Shadowscapes Tarot. Aaaaand I have no money. My day sort of hit me then- I was gonna have to take money away from my trip in order to pay for this deck of cards, and I really wanted them. It was just sort of a perfect example of my life- broke, overstressed and overscheduled, and tiiiiiiired. I wanted to go back to bed.
*smiles* That's when Mike bought me the deck. And he bought me a book that I wanted, on faeries and how they're all fucked up in their little pixie brains. *grins* He could tell I was having a bad day- it seemed really important to make me feel better.
Of course, that's when he started talking to Jann (the store owner) about her using her L337 book-binding skills to create a big-ass tome for his ritual chamber.
Dick.
I was SOOOOO jealous! And believe me, with the emotional rollercoaster I'd been riding that day, it was EXHAUSTING to experience that.
Why was I jealous? Because ever since I was 5 years old, I've wanted a big huge-ass grimoire, leatherbound with a lock or a latch, to scribe spells in. I used to use little diaries and pretend they were big gigantic books of spells for my X-men figures. I even wrote in them, dutifully copying down the spells from Disney movies and fantasy books, so I'd have them for later.
And it only got worse as I got older. When I was a teen, I hated the Charmed sisters, and those girls from Practical Magic. Bitches had awesome big books and all I had were cheap-ass scrapbooks which I sort of managed to turn into near-grimoires. Not only didn't my family have money to spend on real grimoire supplies, I am also NOT a scrapbooker, and my mother would have killed me if she saw me try to make something like that- she was really scared of witchcraft until I managed to calm her down in my early twenties. 'Sides which, I wanted something MEDIEVAL!
*laughs* I even knew which one I wanted-
http://www.brahmsbookworks.com/alchemygrimoire.html
Here's a picture:
Yes. That. I've wanted a Brahm's grimoire for eight effing years. For nearly a decade, I've watched people buy big grimoires and tomes for their ritual spaces, and decorate them and get them all pretty. I've watched my students buy them, my old coven had one, even my ex-boyfriend had a great big grimoire for his altar. It. Just. Wasn't. Fair.
And now Mike was commissioning a HANDMADE one from our friend, whose skills, as I may have mentioned, are UBER.
I very calmly (and without killing any small children in frustration, I add with justifiable pride,) explained my jealous reaction after his very kind effort. I even made it into a joke- the grimoire I wanted was ridiculously expensive, so I knew I was being irrational.
He chuckled, and calmed me down, and we went home.
After a bit of time being online, he spotted me looking longingly at 'my' grimoire on the website. I showed it to him, and he agreed that it was a very good choice, even for the prohibitive price of $350.
Then he bought it for me. "Add to cart, honey," he said, and for all I could understand his words, he might have been speaking Spanish. Then he leaned over and clicked the button.
I now have a $300+ fucking grimoire coming to my house, for ME, sometime within the next couple months. Not just any grimoire, either- THE grimoire I've pined over for eight YEARS.
I nearly cried. I didn't, but I almost did. I think I didn't cry because I honestly had no ability to handle it. I was completely dumbfounded- this is not the sort of thing that happens to me.
What do you say when someone does something so beyond your ability to cope as a kindness for you?
"Thank you" seemed inadequate. So did "I love you." I said both, of course, numerously, but I say those things all the time, and they just didn't seem like the right words to express my feelings.
'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHOMGOMGOMGHOLYCRAPWOWOMGOMGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!' might have been closer. But we have neighbors, and I think breaking their windows miiiiiiight have resulted in problems for everyone.
Almost did it anyway, though- our windows definitely shivered.
So, that was freaking awesome. But. It gets better.
The deck I got? I opened it up and the first thing I noticed was that the whole thing was covered in butterflies.
Butterflies.
THEY"RE EATING MY BRAIN! XD
Yeah, butterflies.
But it didn't stop there.
The creatures for the suit of Wands? Foxes. *grins*
The creatures for the suit of Swords? SWANS.
And the backs of the cards? Yeah, they look like a really weird and pretty pattern of stars and a big ring with a strange sort of sunburst in the middle. Kinda looks like...
... an eye. Which means when the cards lay in normal shape? A vertical eye, one of the Japanese emblems for witchcraft.
*grins widely*
Those of you who know anything about my fictional character on Second Life, the one who I wrote as a mystical ancestor to my tradition, will recognize all the obvious signs of connection to her.
It's funny, too- when I read with the cards, it's like she's standing over my shoulder helping me notice things I wouldn't ever really pay attention to, but are definitely something she would notice.
I honestly have no idea what to say about that. Some days I feel like I'm taking crazy pills, seriously. Here are a couple pics of the deck I got, though- they're great, you should buy them. You can observe the animals I was talking about, and also the reeeeeally nice artwork behind the images, although I couldn't find an image online of the card-backs, so I'll have to upload a pic myself later. Stephanie Pui-Mun Law's art is awesome, seriously- she did the cups in the Mage: the Awakening tarot, and also the cover art and illustrations for Blue Rose RPG by Green Ronin, which is also awesome too (shamelessly plugs Steve's book).
AAAND! I got asked to give a reading to two of the ladies who work at Mystic Dream while I was in Walnut Creek on Saturday. Woot! I even got paid- pretty well, in fact! That makes this the second month I've actually come up ahead financially on one of these trips. I'll have to make sure to offer some money to the boys for commission!
So, pretty damn great week. I'm very happy about it. We'll see what tomorrow has in store for me. *smiles*
See y'all later!