Stuff Going On

So these next couple weeks, I have a few plans.

This weekend, on Sunday, I am heading to the Renaissance Faire with my best friend. I got my dress for it, which is beautiful. It’s called the “Bonnie Lass”. I love it. I also bought a pair of elf ear cuffs to wear with it. Super excited. I love the Ren Faire. Jousting, pirates, mead, belly dancers, merchants, and other performers. There is a lady that is there every year that has one of the sort of booths/shops of her handmade glass stuff. She sits in front of the little building in full dress, and makes the stuff for people to watch. It’s so cool. She makes little fairies, and dolphins and all kinds of stuff. It’s only $15 a ticket and it is awesome! There is this Captain Jack Sparrow impersonator that is there too. He is amazing, dead on match just looking at him.

Next Sunday, I’m hitting up the Irish Fest. I got my kilt for that endeavor, and a matching pair of elf ear cuffs for that too. Why? Because why not? They have Irish bands, Irish dancers, Irish food and booths selling Irish type stuff. I’m an eighth Irish from my mother’s side and have always had a love for the Emerald Isle, and really all things Celtic. I went last year too and it was really cool, and free. Not to mention the park they are having it at is short walking distance from the only Celtic store and Metaphysical store that I know how to get to.

The Saturday after that my older sister is getting married at the Renaissance Faire. They are having this mass wedding. This was the only way she could afford it right now. I’m happy for her. That and she is apparently pregnant. I have to admit I’m a little jealous. Been having hardcore baby fever since mother’s day, when I was helping my mom pick out baby clothes for my step-sister’s grand daughter (yea she is in her late 30’s and her daughter is 17). That said, I am very happy for her. She had convinced herself she wasn’t able to have kids, and has wanted to for awhile. My personal opinion is that she isn’t ready for a child. Not financially or emotionally. She freaks out over the littlest stuff which doesn’t help that she was diagnosed with depression as a teenager. The freaking out over little stuff is what worries me. I’m worried she is going to stress herself out (like she usually does) that she will end up miscarrying. And that would crush her more than anything else.

The same day as the wedding, I’m taking off for my week long vacation in Montana. I love it up there. You can see mountains from just about anywhere. I would definitely move up there, if it wasn’t for the crap winters and even crappier traffic. I’m excited to spend time with my biological father, my second oldest sister and my two nieces.

That same day

Other than that, not much going on.

I have this feeling I’m just sort of stuck.

I can’t get myself to do anything, and this is starting to cause a distance to form between me and Them, especially Frigga and Freya. It bothers me, and no matter how much I try to push myself, I’m just drained. A big part of it is now being in pain everyday. Tooth pain, one of the few kinds of pain I don’t handle well. Yea, I should go to the dentist but I haven’t been to one since I was a child. Most likely will need at least one tooth pulled. Problem is my job is one that requires talking, so I kind of need my mouth to function, and I can’t afford to take off right now.

It has been getting better over time, but it is draining me. Part of why I haven’t posted much as of late, that and doing my research nerd thing. I really do love learning.

Thunderstorms today. I’m going to sleep well tonight.

OH! This was my 100th post!


You can tell by my that this is kind of an old picture. This was right after I got it.
You can tell by my hair that this is kind of an old picture. This was right after I got it.

Tattoos have become something incredibly main stream. It used to be only rock stars, bikers, tattoo artists and criminals. Then it was more “alternative” people who would have tattoos. These days, just about anyone has at least one tattoo.

If you go back further though, depending on the culture tattoos had very different meanings. In some, it was used as a rite of passage or simply a way to show that person passed a rite of passage. In some, only shamans would have tattoos, the actual process was thought to help them travel through the veil. It goes on.

Today, tattoos mean different things to do different people or nothing at all. Some get something tattooed on them to simply express themselves. Showing who ever should look at them what they like or are into. Some get a tattoo as a symbol of something like their personal rite of passage. To add some art work to themselves to show something they went through and came out stronger than ever. Some get a tattoo as a reminder or in honor of someone they love that has passed. That’s what my tattoo is for. Mine is for my grandmother. She helped raise me and was almost like a second mother during the time that my own mother was constantly working due to the addiction to drugs and gambling that my step father at the time had.

For me, I don’t take tattoos lightly. It’s something that I will have on me for the rest of my life, so I want it to mean something. That’s just me. My feeling about other people’s tattoos is, really, it’s none of my business. They got something on themselves to mean something to them, or something they just wanted on them. Either way, it’s their body and they have the right to do whatever they want with it. I’ll admit, I’m not perfect. I do sometimes tilt my head at women with the lower back tattoos, but I always try to catch myself. I do like to admire other people’s tattoos though, and I believe I’ve mentioned before that I have a thing for guys with tattoos?


As for my future tattoos.

The next one, which will hopefully be in the next couple months, is going to be for Skadi. When she had first contacted me, that was one of her requests. I’m getting a bow and arrow on my left forearm. After that, Yggdrasil on my right forearm. Mjolnir is going on my left thigh, and then a wolf howling at the moon on my right calf. That’s as far as I’ve gotten so far. That first one means more to me though. It was for my Grandmother and I actually drew it myself.


Of Gods and Beds

On a little bit of a lighter subject I will describe to you the experience I had with Thor this past weekend at Ross.

First off, I love Ross. Awesome store with great prices for a cheapo like me. While I was there I decided to look at the bed sets they had there, blankets, bed in a bag, etc. I’ve had the same blanket and sheets for a couple of years now and definitely time for a change. My current sheets are red 300 thread count (which was impressive when I got them if that tells you anything) Egyptian cotton sheets, that are developing holes, and a comforter that is of the Nightmare Before Christmas themed variety which I have outgrown. I asked for sheets from my parents for Christmas (decent ones are expensive and it made me feel like an adult for asking for something practical). I asked for the silverish Egyptian cotton ones, which due to some childish peeping, I know I’m getting (so much for being an adult). So I was looking for just a blanket (the sheets come with shams) to match and that I like.

I came across this red and black set, truly beautiful but didn’t exactly work. I glanced over at them and guess who pops up!

Thor: Get them!

Me: “No, they don’t match the silver sheets.”

Thor: But its red and black and beautiful just like you.

Me: “Quit sucking up to me. You are going to have to deal with the fact that my favorite colors are blue and silver and that is what I want. It’s my bedroom for Hel’s sake.”

Thor: *disappears pouting*

How do you deal with behavior like that from a God? Not to mention making me look like a crazy person in the middle of a store.



Thor – the Thunderer certainly knows how to make an impression

This is the closest image I can find to how he appears to me. Very rugged almost biker type. Maybe he knows that's my type?
This is the closest image I can find to how he appears to me. Very rugged almost biker type. Maybe he knows that’s my type?

The first post on the specifics on the relationships I have with the Gods that have come into my life so far.


As I said before, Mr. Red Beard decided to bust into my dreams. The way he did so is a bit *ahem* personal (in other words it’s of a sexual nature and I don’t share). It was sort of a confusing time. I was just becoming interested in Heathenry and certainly wasn’t expecting a God to pop into my dreams. Certainly was something I had to think about for a while. Not really at first realizing that it was him putting his hammer down and staking claim on me.


At first I thought it was a message, which had me thinking about it ALL. THE. TIME. It was nerve racking trying to figure out what the message meant, and the Thunderer was nowhere to be found, taking a step back to let me figure it out on my own.

It took forever (felt like forever, realistically a week), finally I decided instead of just thinking about it I should research (research is my middle name, if it interests me best believe I researched it) and BAM! Found several blogs about Godspouses. It started making sense and then, what do you know, Thor showed up again. I made it clear to him I had no interest in being a Godspouse. He gave that deep warm laugh.


It’s a sort of complicated situation. Like teacher and student, friends, and occasional lovers. He isn’t around all the time, simply because I don’t need him to be. He will pop in and out, just doing some work with me or sometimes simply hanging out. Trying to work on my emotional strength, and my temper (he would be the expert considering the fiery temper he has) mostly. Working a bit on my self-esteem as well.

Apparently I amuse him, and he likes to call me his “Little Wolf”. I hear that hearty, chesty deep laugh a lot when he is around me. He likes that I have spunk and apparently enjoys my spazyness? It’s been interesting.

I’ll post updates as they occur.