aegoddess83

Ok, I've been offline here for a while...I can't really post about my job, etc, etc. Also, I'm lazy.

I've moved: Not Sunnybrook Farm. I think the name suits me a little more....of course, I started it with a cryptic post about work, but I hope to get it to the level of personal journaling...somewhat anonymously.

I imagine my last few entries have been jumbled and frantic, the excesses of a mind attempting to sort itself out.

It is different - you do change. At first, the little words and the sweet ceremony seem just that - a confirmation of a commitment already made in spirit. Then you begin to truly discover each other - to take time to see the world through the eyes of the other and see their spirit reflected in you. You realize that you are not alone - never alone - that you carry the person in your heart at all times. You learn the true purpose of the honeymoon - that the exotic locations and heavy drinks are not the true purpose, but that you are given the chance as a couple to realize and share in the bond you had not anticipated.

You begin to realize how little you have changed - how in fact you have become more of yourself with the other person - that you are truly becoming the person you have always been. You understand the true strength of your spirit - that you are yourself and yet not-yourself and in becoming accustomed to this not-self you have become.

Tonight I'm feeling lonely for Texas. So we're going to party like it is 2005 in my house. Joe will learn to two-step and I'll introduce him to my master library of Texas Country.

We have a house for nights like tonight - the neighbors do not need to participate.

So...I was gone for a while - getting married and going on a lovely honeymoon to the Bahamas. Lovely...rum drinks and conch fritters.

I found that I lost weight for the wedding because I was so nervous and anxious the week before. I hadn't intended to lose weight - I have approximately 0% self-control around food - so it was unexpected. The highlight of it all was my rehearsal dress nearly falling off. However, after six days in the Bahamas it fit nicely again, which was good as I wore it when Joe and I went out for his birthday.

So here is 1 (one) photo I got from our photographer - he will of course send us more, but put a few up on his blog. And yes, I did buy the rights to the photos.





If you would like more photos, please go here.

In the spirit of...

I've had a crazy few weeks at work

I've had a crazier few weeks at home

I have a new place to live

I'm about to get married

I'm posting lyrics to one of my favorite songs from an awesome band I saw oh, about four years ago at 1st Avenue in Minneapolis. Go there at least once - it is worth the trip.

( The Push Stars - Claire )

Today I went on a short run I'm going to dub "The Bachlorette 20k." The run was up in DC, Georgetown to be specific. Aside from my clueless driving (turn left, no right, no wait what?) Amy and I got there at a reasonable. We registered, ran the race, and had a good time.

Did I mention it was 7 degrees when we started?

I live in a small townhouse complex in the middle of nowhere. It is close to my work. Sometimes it bothers me because there are no street lights at all in my little neighborhood or on the base where I work. I have learned to navigate by the light of the stars and the moon. I know now when the moon is full and when it isn't.

Visiting the future in-laws this weekend, I learned they live in a similar situation - a small townhouse complex in a town outside a big city. They have streetlights everywhere.

I missed the stars.

Today I had my annual competency holiday luncheon and training. As we were leaving our lunch site for the training, I noticed my Prius-driving coworker had a "McCain-Palin" bumper sticker affixed to his bumper. I immediately flipped him off because that is how we roll at my work.

I immediately got stuck in traffic. Then I got lost as I didn't know where we were going and I left my cell phone at home.

After the training, I got pulled over and got a citation for having a headlight burned out. I now need to replace the bulb and then go to the state trooper barracks in Leonardtown to prove I now have two functioning headlights.

Merry Christmas to you, too.

( Alaska: Anchorage )
Next stop: Denali!

So, tonight is Halloween. Joe and I were going to go as this year's "IT" couple (Sarah and Todd Palin, natch) but the fact that we're both sick, the fact that we spent Tuesday and Wednesday going back and forth to Norfolk (hence the sick), and the fact that the only party we're invited to is in a bar on a military base contribute to the fact that it seemed like a bad idea.

But today I was reminiscing on Halloweens past. Freshman year, I went as a slutty cheerleader. I think that is the last time I was forced into a stupid gender-normative costume.

Sophomore year my French Lit class was studying (in French!) Victor Hugo's The Hunchback of Notre-Dame so I went as a gargoyle. The guy I was dating at the time asked if I could go as a pretty pink princess gargoyle and I declined. Smart move. I also made some awesome goth wings which I no longer own.

Junior year a group of friends and I went as pop stars and I was Shirley Manson. It was a completely normal effort to explore alternative hair colors. Someday, I'll be a red-head again.

Senior year (number one) I went as a succubus. And not a sexy succubus either. A realistic succubus.

Senior year (number two) the Dave and I went as Helena Bonham Carter and Brad Pitt from Fight Club.

First year out, I went as Trinity from The Matrix. It was sort of a default costume as I put it together in about 10 minutes after Sam called from the BoQ. It resulted in an unfortunate question from Specimen: "So...I'd like to see what you have on UNDER that costume." Ugh. And then I got involved in a full-fledged Southern Maryland brawl. I'm talking 20 guys in the parking lot swinging at each other and half the cops in the county showing up.

Last year I went on a ghost tour in St. Augustine with a bunch of co-workers/friends and it was awesome. Except for the regrettable Terry/flight suit incident.

So this year, I'll keep it tame. Joe and I will stay home, grill some dinner, hand out candy to the kids from the neighborhood, and wallpaper the house.