Pendants Galore!

For the longest time, I refused to buy jewellery, because I knew that I could make my own. Recently, I have realized though, that I'm not too fond of making jewellery anymore, and it is a really nice feeling, to buy something pretty for myself when I have the extra cash.

However, a new addiction of mine has come to light. Pendants. I freakin' love pendants. Why? Because all you need is a chain, and you can switch off your necklace however you like. Whatever mood I am in, whatever outfit I have on, I have a pendant to match.

I had been shopping around on Etsy for the past few months, looking for Scrabble tile pendants. There are TONS of sellers who do this sort of thing, and it is hard to figure out who does good work, and who doesn't. It's trial and error, I guess, shopping online. I had ordered pendants from other shops, and found that if it rained, they got ruined, or the clasps were breaking after only a couple wears. And then, I found Jesse Janes.

Her shop was amazing. I must have spent 2 hours just browsing through her work, trying to decide which 2 for 1 pendants I wanted. And then, I realized, that I had to pick a third, since she was offering freebies. For someone who has trouble making these sorts of decisions, it was a tad overwhelming. But, in the end, I ended up with three lovely pendants, and a new favorite Etsy shop.

This gal is gonna be getting a crap load of money from me from now on. Hope she buys herself something nice with it. ;)

For Those Who Wanted To Know.....

The lovely Jenifer, who just got married not long ago, tagged me in this meme, since I just got engaged not all that long ago. I guess she figures that the Internets should know a bit more about me, and the love of my life. Here goes.

1. What is his name?

To you, he will forever be Smyrish.

2. Who eats more?

Without a doubt, he does. Sometimes, I am amazed at the amount of food he can pack away, and a little jealous. If I ate that much, I'd weigh 500 pounds. I eat less, and I still weigh more than him!

3. Who said, “I love you” first?

He did. He was worrying about my super-unhealthy lifestyle, and told me that he was only worrying and bringing it up to me because he loved me. I wasn't expecting it, and it floored me.

4. Who is taller?

He is, but not by much. ;)

6. Who is more sensitive?

Oh goodness, I am by far. Not that he isn't, but sheesh, I get PMS and he doesn't, so I win.

7. Who does the laundry?

We do our own laundry. Although, since he's away on holidays, I was thinking of taking all his dirty clothes to work with me on my midnight shift to wash them, so he has something clean to wear when he gets back next weekend.

8. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?

Right side, as like when I'm facing it, or laying in it? If I'm facing it, then he does. I sleep by the wall, and he sleeps by the alarm clock. Which doesn't really make much sense come to think of it, because I'm the one who uses the alarm clock, and likes to press "snooze" fifty or so times. It might be easier if I didn't have to crawl over him to do so.

9. Who pays the bills?

We have a roomate, Das Piper, so me and Das Piper give him our money, and he goes and pays the bills.

10. Who cooks more?

I do. I LOVE to cook for my man. I know that sounds very un-feminist of me, but cooking helps me to unwind, and he loves everything that I make. Even brags about it to others.

11. Who is more stubborn?

Oh boy, that's a toughy. I'll have to call a tie on that one. We're both pretty pig-headed sometimes and have some pretty strong opinions.

12. Who is the first to admit they are wrong?

If we do or say something wrong, we admit it, apologize for it, and move on.

13. Who has more siblings?

He does, by far.

14. Who wears the pants in the relationship?

I hate pants, I wear mostly skirts and shorts.

15. What do you like to do together?

We've both been so busy this summer, I'd be happy to do anything with him, just me and him. I haven't kicked his ass in Scrabble lately, when he gets back, I should challenge him to a game.

16. Who eats more sweets?

Well, I don't eat any, 'cause I think they're yucky, and he's a sugar addict.

17. Guilty Pleasures?

I don't know about him, but I sure like having loud sex and making the roomate uncomfortable. ;)

18. How did you meet?

I honestly don't really remember the first time I met him. It was either at The Pub, where I meet everybody else, or at my festival booth a couple years ago. Smyrish is Knuckle Toes' big brother, so I met him through her, when she was dating my brother Film Star.

19. Who asked whom out first?

Well, technically, he did. We were camping last year, and he was flirtin' with me, and he asked to go back to my tent with me. I let him, because he gave me butterflies in my stomach, and I'm kind of slutty. A couple months later,he brought me a coffee, and we were sitting on my front stoop, and he asked me to be his girlfriend. I wasn't sure if I wanted to date anybody seriously, because I had just been burned royally a few months before that, but by that night, I knew he was the one for me, and just gave in.I decided I wasn't going to be scared of being hurt, I was just going to chance it, and here we are. A year later, and we're getting married. I'm so glad I didn't listen to my cynical side.

20. Who kissed who first?

It was kind of a mutual kiss I guess. See above.

21. Who proposed?

He did. One of the happiest moments of my life, considering at first I thought I was going to have an anxiety attack, right then and there.

22. His best features and qualities?

His ability to make me believe that everything really will be alright. His sense of humour, his motivation, his creativity. His sweet ass, his strong legs and that gorgeous smile. I could go on and on. He is just one of those people that everybody likes, and I feel lucky to have snagged him.

23. Tag you’re it. I know she's busy being a new mommy and all, but I'd love to hear the scoop on Madame Diva and B-rad, when she gets a minute.

Smyrish Left Me for 50, 000 Rowdy Festival People

I'm alone for the next 10 days or so. Smyrish, The Nervous Axon, Knuckle Toes and Pocket Buddha took off to British Columbia for the Pemberton Festival, among other adventures, and here I sit, wishing I was with them.

But really, I think I needed some quiet time, to think about this whole wedding thing, have some alone time and just veg out. I don't get much of that anymore, what with being all domesticated and working so much this summer. It'll be good for my mental health, I am sure.

Although.......

I picked up some extra shifts at work, (so I can afford to take some long weekends in August for festivals and camping), I have tons of sewing to get done for Folk Fest, and upcoming visits from friends and family, a camping trip, and dates to get drunk on the patio will keep me more than busy, and I won't be lonely, that's for sure, and maybe I actually won't have as much alone time as I had previously thought up there in that earlier paragraph.

Camping Trip Excitement!

I am getting married. Me. To Smyrish. I know, I can't really believe it either.

The girl who has always had a hate on for weddings, is having one. And I am ecstatic.

How did it happen you ask? Well, in short.........

I was surprised, to say the least, when Smyrish took me aside this past weekend, during our annual group camping trip, and we started talking about us, and how great we are together, and the conversation turned to "let's get married". I wasn't sure at first, due to my wedding phobia, but as we talked, it just started to feel like it was the right thing to do.

We were standing in the bush, at my favorite place in the world, around a campfire under the stars. I figured anyone who wants to marry a girl wearing mustard-covered sweat pants and smells like booze and bug spray, has to be a keeper. Plus, he's handy around the house, and treats me like a princess. He's a super duper awesome fella.

How could I say no? I couldn't. As I said yes, I looked over, and saw that a baby deer had been standing right beside us, witnessing our decision, the entire time. I figure, if nature is okay with us, then I made the right decision.

Smyrish ran and announced it to our fellow campers, and we all yelled and hugged and drank our faces off for the rest of the night. It was a great moment, a great night, and a great weekend all around.

Great Train Adventure '08 (Part Four)

My favorite part of our visit to Kingston, Ontario, was our drunken playtime and ghost hunting at Skeleton Park, after a night of hopping from pub to pub. I love ghost stories, and this park has some of the best. After hearing all the stories about children finding bones while playing in the playground, and people in the neighborhood running into a very angry ghost that tried to stab them before he disappeared, I was determined to be scared shitless, so I could have my own story to tell.

Alas, nothing too creepy happened. I left the boys, as they tried to dig up pieces of old tombstones, and wandered around like a crazy person with my camera, asking nicely for the dead people to smile and say cheese. I took about 40-50 photos that night in the park. I was thrilled when there were a handful of photos that were somewhat mysterious, with blobs/orbs and smoke in them, that I could not explain for the life of me, even after the boys gave me some very logical explanations, which boys tend to do, because they aren't much fun when it comes to ghost hunting. (All I know is, that if there was something on my camera lense, then ALL of the photos should have had these weird things in them, not just a few.)

Draggin' their feet, diggin' for bones.

Creepy pillar of "smoke". I apologize for the poor upload quality.

Who knows, maybe there were ghosts there with us, maybe there weren't. I think they were. Skeleton Park didn't scare me, and I was a tad disappointed. I wanted that adrenaline rush. However, once we hit the Ottawa Jail a few days later, I learned just how scary dead people, and history can be, and was wishing that I was back in uneventful Skeleton Park.

Crazy Bitch

I have mental problems. This is a self-diagnosis, mind you, but I believe it to be true.

I don't know what's up with me lately. Nothing seems to make me uber-happy or excited, and when I am feeling "up", I am constantly wondering when I'm going to start feeling down. I am ruining genuine, happy and scrappy moments, because of this gigantic raincloud over my head.

Maybe it's the rainy weather, or maybe it's the fact that I haven't been spending loads of time drinking beer in the sunshine like I did previous years, but I just don't have that summer joy running through my veins, as I usually do this time of year.

I spend all my time at home, or at work. I have acquired an incredibly dull morning routine at home, and actually pray that I will get called in to work most mornings, just for something different.

I normally enjoy being alone, to a certain extent. I think the current problem is though, that I've run out of things to do to fill my time. Everybody else works during the day, so they're busy. I have had limited computer access, it's too rainy to go for walks, and I've run out of ideas and motivation when it comes to cleaning, decorating and organizing the apartment. In the end, I wake up, make coffee, watch "What Not to Wear", followed by "Law & Order", eat lunch, wash dishes, have a cry, and play with the bunny as much as possible before he gets sent away. Sometimes, I shower, but only on those special days. Usually those are the days when the phone rings, and it is actually for me. I live the rock and roll lifestyle, yes I do.

I feel "out of the loop", lonely and bored the majority of the time, and don't even really care to do much about it. Sure, I could leave the house, and search out some familiar faces, but it's raining, and I'm broke, and the last few times I have ventured out, it's been the same ol' gossip and conversations, and I just end up getting tanked and saying something rude, just to change the subject. Which in turn makes me feel foolish, and I decide that maybe I shouldn't be out in public anyways. The shitty thing is though, that no money + no pub = no friends. And that's sad on a couple different levels.

Listen to me whine. Sheesh. Slap me if you feel like it, I won't blame you.

Things aren't really that bad. They sure as hell have been worse. And I'm not alone, I have the best boyfriend this girl could ever ask for, who is actually putting up with this mood, and doing his best to make it all okay.

It's just a funk, I hope. I'm sure once the sun comes back, and the annual camping trip draws near, and I get to keep some of my hard-earned money for once, things will start looking up, and I'll start cheering up.