Pictures!

Jan. 9th, 2011 08:14 am
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These are pictures of the first red tunic, and the start of the second one.

They're AWFUL, but they'll give you an idea.



It's not quite so orange IRL, but it is BRIGHT!  You can barely see the detail on the facing, but I'll update when I have better pictures.

The following pictures are the start of the second tunic.  This is the facing that goes around the collar.  I usually do a double facing, and turn it from the inside out, so that the neckline is totally enclosed and neat.  One, it looks better to me, and two, it avoids the neckline rubbing an exposed seam on Ioannes's neck.

You can see the word "TOP" in one shot,  That's to remind me which side is the top side, or rather, which one will be seen on the outside of the tunic.





And a bit closer.  Not that you can see anything.

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So, I went to see my doctor on Thursday.  I needed a refill on my meds, and she put me back on a med I'd stopped taking.  It's a great drug, and I love being on it.  The reasons I went off are myriad and not really for public consumption, but let's just say...I have been taking it for four days and I can tell it's building up in my blood.  I'm focused and productive.  (In fact, I'm about to go upstairs and be *more* productive!)

I've started to want to wear makeup again, and have finally taken a good look at the ick that my depression has caused around the house. 

Damn, where the hell have I been the past few months?????

The NYE Pajama Party was a win.  TOTAL and utter win.  We watched Despicable Me, and Incredibles, and had a blast.  I was so lucky to have [livejournal.com profile] pancua , [livejournal.com profile] perilousknits , [livejournal.com profile] cenliamgordon , and the rest of our friends around to ring in a year that is going to freakin' ROCK.  IF you weren't there, we missed you!  If possible, this will become a tradition.  (Wheeee!  New jammies every year!)

I've gotten good news on the homecoming front, although I won't say much past that. 

Oh, I'm working on de-stashing the icky fabrics from my sewing room and getting it organized up there.  I need to sew.  Badly.  Really badly.

Uh.  That's all for me right now.  I'm going to go find a snack and then go clean up the sewing room.
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Started badly and only got worse from there.

To wit: 



I was hoping to find out today if it's repairable or not.  *sigh*

I'm okay, I'm already seeing a doc for ouchies and sore muscles and I've cried my head off a few times.  This was a present from John, the first car bought for me because he simply thought it would make me happy.  Not because it was practical, not because it was a "good" idea, but because he knew I wanted one, and it makes him happy to make me happy.

If I haven't said it, my life rocks and I have the most amazing amount of love in my life. 
soldiergrrrl: (Loved I not honor more...)
I adore you, my heart and wish that I could go with you. No matter how hard this is, I know this life is the one you were born to lead, and that you would not be who you are, did you not move toward the sounds of battle. I would NEVER ask you to change who you are, for then, I could not love you so much. You are my knight, my protector, my best friend and, God willing, the man I will spend the rest of my life with.

To Lucasta, going to the Wars

TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly.

True, a new mistress now I chase, 5
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.

Yet this inconstancy is such
As thou too shalt adore; 10
I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
Loved I not Honour more.

Really...

Jul. 18th, 2010 02:08 pm
soldiergrrrl: (Kiss)
I can't begin to express how lucky I really am.  Even through chat, my husband cracks me up.

Other people I cherish make me smile and laugh in text, on the phone, or through email. 

The amount of laughter in my life amazes me.  I'm surrounded by it, and I am so beyond happy that some times it scares me.

Blessings, I has them.
soldiergrrrl: (Gina Dog)


Dear GinaDog...

Tonight we had to say goodbye to you.  I hope you know how much we loved you and how much you'll be missed.  I believe all dogs go to heaven, and that you'll be there waiting for us, healthy and whole and happy.  We'll miss that pointy, cold nose telling us "it's the pet the Gina time now!" and we'll miss you dragging grass clippings in.

We love you, old sweet baby girl.
Love,
Mom, Step-Mom, Dad and Step-Dad.

Dear God,

Please take care of a medium-sized shepherd mix that showed up last night.  She's a sweet old lady.  Please tell her how much we love her and how much she'll be missed.  She'll understand you better.  Please tell her we didn't let her go because we didn't want her to be with us any more, but because we didn't want her to hurt anymore.  Please...just...tell her we love her and we miss her.  And and tell the saints that really, it's "pet the Gina time now."

Thanks.
Me


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And all is better in his world.  He's busy, warm and dry, and really, that's all I can ask for.

Evidently, this was a "So, no one's dead, RIGHT?" call, because he logged on to USAA this morning and saw that I'd used the roadside assistance.  It's labelled as "Towing," no matter what you use it for.  I had to have a PopALock guy come out, because I'm a dingaling and locked my keys in the truck.  Yes, staggeringly blonde.  Seriously, though, I cannot figure out how they ended up behind the driver's seat.  *croggle*

I'm adjusting to him being gone, although his side of the bed is still awfully empty.  Moose and Moxie just aren't the same, even if the Dane does outweigh John.  I mean, John doesn't snore, and well...Moose does.  Not really loud, but enough to make me realize that he's *not* John.  (You know, I think I'm really terribly grateful for this.  I just...yeah.  Not GOING THERE.)

The dogs all woke me up at 0345 with "OMG, MOM!  GOTTA GO NOW!!!!!!!!"  Which is better than them NOT waking me up, so I'm okay with that.  Moxie has been having some problems with remembering her housetraining, but that seems to be getting better.  I caught her squattng yesterday and interrupted it, then gently grabbed her collar and led her outside, and that seems to have jogged her memory that she's *supposed* to pee outside.

Also, since reading I has a sweet potato the dogs have all taken to telling me they've been badly raised.  By people who STARVED them.  Or IGNORED them.  Depends on the dog.  But mostly, it's starving.  I did find something funny yesterday.  Gina is...rarely a couch dog.  She'll get up on it, if she REALLY wants petting and you're just not cooperating, but I've never seen her up on the couch to just hang out and sleep.  I forgot something in the house yesterday, and had to run back inside, and as I passed through the living room, she stood up on the couch, like I'd woken her up, and looked like she'd gotten caught with her paw in the cookie jar.  Hell, like she'd gotten caught spelunking in the cookie jar.  I just patted her on the head, told her she was a good girl, and zoomed back out the door.  However, GINA ON THE COUCH FTW!!!!  As far as I'd been able to tell, the only vice Gina really had is not wanting to be brushed.  Now I know she sneaks on to the couch.  YAY!  That makes me feel better for some reason.

I think I'm going to start doing frozen kongs for the doggehs, since they are left alone for a long time during the day.  I'll have to adjust Lardbutt (AKA Moxie) when it comes time to feed, but if I can at least give them something nummy to think about during the day, it'll help the time pass.  :-)  Also, as weird as it sounds, I'm probably going to try this CD:  Through a Dog's Ear.  Maybe a bit woo-woo, but anything to help the puppehs through the day is good in my book.  :-)

I think that's all for right now. 
 


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Tomorrow, I will be up to my eyeballs in turkey, family and friends, so I'm going take a moment today to say how thankful I am for my life. I have a wonderful, loving family, the best friends I could ask for, a stable job, and a new house. My dogs are pretty awesome (even horrible little rat dogs that steal sandwiches off desks...) and I am so incredibly blessed.

Tell me what you're grateful for?
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Don't get me wrong.  I LOVE being married.  I adore being in the relationship I'm in, ups and downs and crazy turns along the way, but you know what?  It's not a Disney movie, where everything is wonderful all the time, and the only adversity is the scheming stepmother.

And actually, most of the time the Hollywood idea of "twoo wuv" pisses me off six ways to Sunday.  It's not only unrealistic, it slights those of us who realize that really, relationships and marriages take work.  It's fun work, but it's bloody hard work too.  It's realizing that your partner, really, isn't PERFECT.  Oh, and neither are you.

The best you can hope for is to be perfect for EACH OTHER.  Yeah, trust me, my beloved has habits that drive me insane.  He's got habits that routinely cause me to grind my teeth and kick his shoes out of my way.  I know I've got habits that drive him straight up the nearest wall.  (There's a reason I'm trying to use a lot of stash up here lately...he's good about my compulsive fabric whorishness hoarding stockpiling buying, but the man does have a limit.  He isn't complaining, just wondering when we're opening the fabric store....)  I tend to leave the kitchen a disaster after cooking, and he just grits his teeth and cleans it all up.

The thing is, though, that we're perfect for each other.  We crack each other up, hold each other when we cry, and lean on each other when we need to.  We've even worked out a system to allow us to have meltdowns.  (If one of us is having a meltdown, the other MUST hold it together.  Then, that person gets to melt down.  It works for us.)  

Attack Laurel's latest post about relationships is totally worth a read.  You should go check it out.  I'll probably rant more about this later today, as the mood strikes me.

ETA:  After thinking about it, one of the things that I mentioned earlier, the fact that a relationship takes work, is almost totally glossed over by Hollywood.  There are few movies, animated or otherwise, that show the work that every party in a relationship must put in if it's to last more than a few weeks or months, or perhaps short miserable years.  Yes, I said work.  No, most relationships aren't those wonderful breezy things that you just fall into and everything is sparkly and perfect forever and ever and ever...

I'll admit, I was lucky.  My relationship, while it does take work, probably takes a lot less than it seems like it should.  We did *click* and we both knew this was right, but we still had to work the kinks of living wth each other out.  Let me tell you, unpacking after our first PCS together was..an experience. 

I learned that John is a "Get rid of all the boxes NOW!" type, while I'm a "We'll get to it when we get to it," type.  After seeing how miserable it made him to be stranded in a sea of boxes, we did it his way.  It was work to figure out if arguing over the pace of sorting through boxes was worth the heartache, and the fact was, it's not a hill I'm willing to die on. 

So that's a huge part of my beef with Hollywood romance.  It's too easy, too perfect and too quick to fail in the real world.
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I'm sorry for the confusion regarding the forgiveness post.  In the Orthodox Church, the Sunday before the start of Great Lent is "Forgiveness Sunday," when we ask those we have offended in this year to forgive us our transgressions.  I usually do it on LJ because, well, it's my largest social outlet, pretty much.

I also am simply amazed at my life.  Yeah, things aren't always the best, sometimes I fall and don't remember to look up to see my blessings, but seriously?  My life is incredible. 

I have a wonderful marriage and romantic life.   I am surrounded by love and affection at every turn, even when I wonder why.

I have a job I adore and I am lucky enough to still be employed.

I am involved with a hobby that allows my inner geek out to play, and surrounds me with more open-hearted friends than I know what to do with.  (I'm looking at you,[info]selenite,[info]celticdragonfly , and[info]liamstliam  and[info]fieryredhead, and [info]cenliamgordon, and...damn...pretty much ALL the SCAdians on my f-list....and speaking of SCAdians and lists...[info]spikywheel, did my package ever get to you?  I've had a spate of screwy mail recently and I wanted to make sure your giftie didn't get caught up in it.)  The SCA lets me revel in my love of pomp and circumstance and allows me to help others without people wondering what the hell I want.

God has truly graced me with so many good things and I am constantly in awe of the things He deems fit to bestow upon me.

My God...

Dec. 11th, 2008 09:00 am
soldiergrrrl: (Loved I not honor more...)

I was just looking at this picture, and I realized all over again how absolutely beautiful my husband is.

He's so absolutely amazing in so many ways that he takes my breath away, ever day.  I am so blessed to have him in my life.  (He also drives me bonkers in so many ways, but God, how lucky am I?)

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