Lammas & Dorothy

After a week of hecticness things are finally slowing down a little bit. I have finished New Deal & only one person questionned whether I was gay as everyone else had assumed I was straight even though I used non gender specific terms when talking about Richard as a partner. They put 2 & 2 together came up with I have a girlfriend & Richard is my best mate hmm.

Nina has redecorated my room it is now a lilacy colour & we got rid of the manky old blue carpet which had seen better days when the dog birth on it before I was even born. So how did we persuade mum & dad to change it? Well when came to shift everything out of the bedroom, we had found that the spare freezer that my parents so lovingly plonked in there had stuck itself to it so yay we havecream carpet in there now. My mum found my sex toys whilst emptying out my wardrobe, OOOPS....

Lammas at the moot was good fun, we had plenty of baked goodies all of which were gorgeous, Alix did a gorgeous chocolate cake which meant we had to sacrifce bringing the notice boards which I'm sure are out of date, ahh shame. We had indoor archery, which Krystal won, so she had a cute teddy for that. I also had a go at making a corn dolly but it looked a little erm, how do you say? Disasterous.

I went to Phil Aldershaws leaving do at the Gale which was very nice, free sushi, mini pizzas, mini quiches, caviar, chorizzos, free alcohol & a string trio. The Dorothy Award vote collections were the next day so yet more alcohol, as well as me kinda talking in my usual nervous way to complete & utter strangers, But after all that I let my hair down (not that it is very long) at Glamourous at the end of the night dancing to wartime songs, songs from musicals & The Court Of King Charactacus (which I did very badly as I don't know it, but gave it a shot anyway). Richard had a gig on Saturday, as it was a friends birthday, he got paid too which was cool again though more alcohol but hey I had my first try of goat curry which was really very good.

By Sunday my liver was screaming at me to stop so I had a days respite before doing the Dorothy Award votes again on the Monday. This time I managed to get groped & a young twinky guy offered me a drink as it was £1 a drink night in Route, but it was all good fun. I have another 3 nights of the Dorothy's to go yet.

I'm going to nurse my liver now. Good bye.

Lammas Moot Ponderings

Well I suppose everything is ok, Lammas is coming up & the moot has become quiet. A couple of people have fallen out, many of them are in the middle of moving, a lot of the students have home to visit parents. So we are at the moment only averaging about 7 people a moot. In a way I'm worried, in a way not as I know things will look up when people finish moving & the students return.

But the thing is what to do for Lammas at the moot as we seem to have few numbers, we have baked goodies being made, we are making corn dollies, but what about a few Lammas games? Hmm well I've not been successful in finding games that would be suitable for indoors for just a few people to play, which wont involve too much in the way of injury. Looking through my resources of books & the internet I have found very little.

Some of the things I have come accross in my quest for games include:-

Shin kicking- This is where you don steel toe capped boots & kick you opponent with your left foot in their right shit shin whilst they do exactly the same back to you. The idea of the game is the last person standing is the winner. Hmm that was as you can probably tell got discounted for the reasons of too many injuries & general bloodiness.

Horse racing- Speaks for itself but I think it would resemble a seen from Phoenix nights with a drunk horse in the backroom of a pub. I suppose there is the option of using a hobby horse but I wouldn't be seen dead doing that!!

Wife carrying- This is where you you sling your partner over your shoulder in a fireman's lift & either race where the first person across the line is the winner or as far as you can until you are knackered. I have a problem with that Rich is 13 stone.

Sack racing- Possible but where would I get sacks from?

Quoits- Again possible but would need to purchase some.

A kind of game thats like skittles but with 8 pins, have no idea on the layout of them, but could be good.

I can remeber a game where you make a mound of flour with a mixing bowl & place a sweet on top & you cut out sections of flour, the person who topples the sweet from off the mound has to pick out the sweet with there teeth. Good fun but maybe a bit messy with the whole facial hair thing.

I suppose that is food for thought excuse the pun for those who know that Lammas is the first harvest.

I'm also havin a hair crisis at the moment. I am trying to grow my beard so I can plait it but it has got to the annoying point where it is too short to plait but too unruly to do anything with & it is driving me insane, as it is also trying to curl in every direction. Also I'm thinking about havina a mohican as my hair is naturally receding in a way that it is suggesting that I should finish nature's job of it.

Anyway I've got to go & decide what biccies to bake & make final plans on Lammas games.

See ya

Has It Really Been A Month Since My Last Confession

This month has seriously flown by & a couple of things have happened. It has mainly been uneventful I think, but then again reflecting on it, perhaps not. It seems that life has passed me by quite quickly, but hey what can I do.

So on to the news. My veggie plot is doing ok not brilliant but ok. I have had strawberries, peas & tomatoes crop up, the courgette plants, potatoes & pumpkins are looking strong & everything else is looking weed infested. Though it seems all peaceful there on the surface, it is not, I have had minor disagreements with the land owner & one full blown row. I had a mysterious chain of events happen there as of my water butts emptied over night, which turned out that the hose that had been filling had also drained it. Another mystery occured when the spade went missing only to turn up in a different location 2 weeks later when the owner had used it & locked in her shed & then realised what she done & hope I wouldn't notice it missing when I went to use it, I noticed it straight away the disapearance & the reappearance of it without letting her know that I knew that she messed up even though she like me is too stubborn to admit been in the wrong without proof. Ok enough about the garden.

I have found a house with Rich YAY!!! It is very nice, detatched, decent garden, huge conservatory, 2 bedrooms & it is Woollaston just outside Stourbridge. I'm really getting nervous about moving but I'm sure it will be fine. Although I need actually to move twice as my sister is moving into my room, in August as she starts her masters soon so she can be an educational psychologist & I don't move to the end of September, so my friend Ken is letting me store my stuff there & stay in the intermediary time. Ken however has a new lodger, who Ken has shown his profile on gaydar, to which I can only say nice pics ;o).

My New Deal placement is coming to an end, but after next week (which will be filled with Jobsearch, yay fun) it finishes & can resume my normal hours at AB+. I will however be looking for part time work in Stourbridge so I can actually pay my way or a full time job withh flexi time. I could end up being a towel boy in Heroes the local gay sauna at this rate. Hmmm maybe not such a bad Idea, perhaps not, I get enough offers of guys wanting to give me a good spanking or something heavier.

I've got to plan a Lammas moot as yet another moot clashes with a festival, so there will be fun & games just as soon as I can think of them. There will also be home baked food, MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM baking. In think that brings us up to date.

Sleepyowl Logging Out

Reality Sets In- AAAAH Cats

It's been a week of some really beautiful thunderstorms, which have cleared the Air only to have showers to make things more muggy again. The weather I must admit has been a shocker as to the heat of it all. It's really been too hot for comfort. Plus with all the pollen & pollution in & around Brum my asthma is playing up something rotten, leaving me coughing like a ten year old chuffing on a fag trying to look cool, but failing.

The reality has just set in about me& Rich moving in together & it looks like we are having the cats. Hmmm, I'm not the happiest of bunnies there as his cats use my legs as scratching posts when they can't be arsed to get off my lap to do it on the carpet. They also take delight in drinking out of my cup, noone else's, just mine. They are also jealous of the fact that there is a man in Richard's life too so don't really like the lack of the attention that he gives them compared to what they were used to before I came along. A least I have found their point of terror, they don't like maracas, so I shall be getting a fair bit of use out of them I feel. MWAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Plus I'm panicking as to if we have hidden any of our house keeping habits too, but I suppose time will tell. Well we have started house hunting but nowhere that feels like home has presented itself as yet. It just all seems like a commitment I have never seen before & I really should stop panicking about things that haven't happened yet.

Right I have therapies to do.

Goodbye

Sorry It's Been So Long

I can not believe it has been so long in writing anything on here. Well not too much has happened as it has been way too hot to do anything. Plus I got caught in the trappings of Big Brother (I didn't really take any notice of it until last year) & Doctor Who (I don't remember it being on as a kid). So there has been a fair bit of loafing.

Week before last I went for a job interview for a company that employs people to steward events at places like the Carling academy (yay I'll get to see bands & get paid for it) & UCE. I was successful as you can gather. I just need to send off my contract & I'm officially employed, albeit it casual employment. It'll keep the wolf from the door I suppose now that my own business has become none existent.

The placement at ABplus is still going well, although last week I was sent home early as hayfever had got the better of me. I was in a very bad state as my head was aching so much that I felt that decapitating me would have been humane. I took the approach of physician heal thyself & took honey, chamomile oil & eye drops. I'm now much better, although I have the occasional cough. ABplus were getting ready for the charity ball last Friday so mayhem ensued, I was errand boy sent to collect prizes for the ball amongst other things. Well I hope things will have turned back to normal by tomorrow.

I also received the 2 things I wanted the most for my birthday a bodhran off Richard (a plain one without the fancy patterning as we saw, all it takes to make a drum go from being £30 to £70 is a little Celtic knotwork). The other thing was a copy of the Modern Atiquarian by Julian Cope, this has been a book I have been meaning to acquire for some time but wain factct bought by mum & dad, so I had my three birthday wishes after all.

This morning I was at Stonehenge doing a ritual with the Pagan Association, I was calling upon the East, & I didn't do too badly but that was because I had written down my lines on paper & I have quite a powerful set of lungs on me for shouting. Again it was an energetic affair with the spiral dance around the stones but unlike last year my trousers weren't falling down as I wearing a ritual cord with my sword attached. The views were spectacular as the sun rose over them, I just can't believe I was awake at hat time of day let alone 112 miles away from home, but I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

Richard & I are now looking for a house together, which seems all surreal, but heart warming & scary. This is getting very serious I'm settling down. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH when did that start happening. We've also talked about a bonding ceremony bit like a handfasting but with it beina lotot more intimate, with no onlookers or Wiccanesque Ritual which sounds all romantic.

And before I go all mushy on you I think I'd better go.

Bye.

Crappy Birthday

Friday: Left ABplus & got absolutely hammered, I was first taken to the White Swan for a couple of pints, then we moved to Equator after finding The Wellington was closed where the most of my braincells were killed off. I was very very drunk & remember making comments I would never dream of saying when I'm sober. At least I got back in one piece.

Saturday: I'm lucky to not have hangovers of a morning, but that was where most of my luck ends on that day. Richard is doing a club night on the 8th of July & the guy coordinating it couldn't be bothered to come around on the week before when he was supposed to. So on my special day infact our special day as it was mine & Richard's 1st anniversary for a large portion of the day involved us not being couply & me being on my own, as Richard was having to play him his set & he knows how much techno music drives me insane,. I was relegated to my vegetable garden, where I discovered to my horror half of my garlics, most of my onions & all of my carrots trampled now dead after a stupid lame assed tree surgeon decided rather than take the wood that he cut down the path he decided to walk over my plot instead. Rich tried to make up for it by doing nothing out of the ordinary & snuggling on the couch to watch Buffy, which was nice I guess but it didn't feel like well like a celebration that we had been together, or that it was nothing but a normal day.

Sunday: We went hiking up the Clent Hills which was more like what I would have had in mind for my birthday. He did it to make up for it & in a way it did but I was still left feeling why couldn't we have done it yesterday? Why couldn't he have postponed the rehearsal of the set, after all he was let down & it was at Richard's inconvenience last time & this time. I wish Richard had noticed earlier & made something special on the actual day rather than trying to make up for it, as it is always a let down as it is a consolation prize when all is said & done. I enjoyed the cake which lasted us three days it was chocolate full of happy hormones, though not enough to concur my mood though.

I think the moral of the story is I'm not over the depression & if Richard & I are to enjoy special events like this in the future, although we are more for the spontaneity, to actually plan it & get disappointed that it hasn't gone to plan rather than leave it to spontaneity & get all upset that some inconsiderate person ruin our day, as the person in question knew it was a special day for me/us. Sorry for sounding like a selfish kid, but it really got me down, when I thought I was getting over it.

Well everything is back to normal. Rant over.

Happy Times

I'm really not sounding that bored any more or that depressed which I think is a good thing. But then again I feel like I'm doing something worthwhile for a change. ABplus are happy to have me here still & I'm still happy to be here. Therapies seem to be going well, no complaints so far only compliments even off those where I didn't think I'd get it from. Plus I'm going to be experience Hopi ear candling for the first time today.

I now only have 2 days to go before I'm a quarter century old. It seems though that I may be late in getting my birthday present off Richard though as he is skint, we've had to postpone going away for the weekend because of it, but we are still going away. I'm also concerned that because it is our first anniversary on the same day that I'm only going to get the one present. I know it sounds very materialistic of me but, it is more the principal of the matter. I could be just paranoid though. I must admit though I'm more excited about having an anniversary with some one which is unheard of yay me & Rich.

I have had a new idea for a book As well so that may or may not be cool depending if Ken wipes it again from the computer. So things are looking up. We had the Fluffy Bunny Book Review at the moot on Tuesday which was highly amusing when Alix reviewed Night Magick by Cassandra Easson, where you can learn to breath like a creature of the night, I thought you did that anyway by shagging but then again what do I know seeing as though I was not a Celtic warrior Princess from Atlantis.

On that note so I don't rant anymore about Fluffies, I shall say goodbye. Goodbye