Me. history, and stuff
Ok. A quick run down on me.
I assume that Sage's friends will probably mosy down to my blog from my comments on his...
but you know what Assuming gets you.
ME: Vicky. a 30year old married with no children gothic crafty geeky cat loving social butterfly of a woman. As Sage say's I am a BBW. I have but doent "suffer from" Cerebral Palsy and infertility. well some days I suffer.
I attended College with Sage and his lovey wife, Tanya. Sage Graduated what should have been my Softmore year. I think I left college that year with a GPA of 0.5 or something. it was horrable. And the cause? depression. depression I kept hidden from everyone, including myself. IF I had kept that appointment to get birth control pills... It wasnt untill 3 years later that I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. one of the symptomes is depression. one of the treatments is BCPs. I am now on one of the other treatments, Gluchaphaugh, usualy used to treat diabeties. I would post pictures from then, but the only ones I know where are from then are smoe Sage took with a poloride... :) I remember thinking I was fat at the time we took the pictures. I now look at them and go "Oh I wish I was that skinny again" (then: sz 14, now: sz 22-24)
The CP of corse was a life time thing. My hips hurt and my ankles do to a lot, but otherwize its really not a major part of my life.
In S I was a start student, I got several scolerships and everything. I dated only my seinor year. That relationship lasted 2 years. It didnt last the long distance of 2 hour drives and his controlling attadude. After breaking up with him, I discovered the "joys" of sci fi conventions and Geeks wanting girls. I was a rare comodity. I miss it. At one of the cons I was hitting on a cuite goth boy. he gave me his best friend's email, saying that he didnt have one. His equily cute sandy haired geeky best friend. a couple emails later and a couple visits at the local hangout, I hadnt had any luck with cute goth, but cute geek was all mine. he was cute, smart, and treated me with respect. and he wasnt bad in bed. I didnt think it would last. I went on my "spree" and cute geek was left in the dust. oR I thought. In April, he asked me to go to a Beltaine party with him. His other best friend, a girl that I also knew from the liveaction vampire game downtown made up a beltaine wine. between that and the sex on the beaches cutey made for me, I fine myself with him in a day bed having sex until mid morning. At that point I decided to "let him hang around" eventualy he sent me an email that said "So Torie, are we dating yet or not?" To cut the rest of the story short. Cute sandy haired geek's name is Ashley. My husband now of 7 years.
Religion: I was rased babtist. babtised on Superbowl sunday in 1992. I know by dad loves me because he came to curch instead of watching the game. (he loves football) My religious upbringing was defantly not very strict. I attended church only with my grandma if I wanted, or VBS. In middle school and HS, I attended a church, only cause my friends did, and we also attended Saterday night bible study at a friends house. (it was more party, but in a good sense) But in HS, I started drifting away from the whole christian ideals and finding myself more interested in the wiccan and drudic paths. One night when I had just turned 16, on the first full mood of Spring, I drempt that I was walking down the beach, and a woman was walking next to me. She was telling me that my life was going to be difficult and that I had to trust Her. I remember looking at her and asking "God is just a title isint it" She responded with "I am what you need Me to be. " I woke up at that point. After that, my believes have been solid; Solid mix of christian upbringing and Wiccan teachings that is.
Well, that is more or less me. ok, more less than more :)
Todays revelations:
I have always been facinated with military schools and such. I did want to join the military but with my CP, that was impossable. Even though, everyone in my school was required to take the Asvab in junior year. I scored in the 99th percentile. my brother scored the top score of his year. I dont think anyone told the recruters about my disability. I was called into the counsalors office and was faced with recruters from every branch. You should have seen the dissapointment on their faces... Today I relized that I really was sad that I couldnt serve my country in that capcity.
Last weekend:
Last weekend was the grad opening for Ground Xero, the local goth/industrial etc etc night club here in Springfield. Ash and I have worked with the owners to help get it opened. Paint, sewed, welded. you kname it. So we are "staff" I'll bus tables between dancing. Well, I have an issue about getting stresssed as time to get ready nears. I also dont like suprized when I am stressed. I also prefer getting ready alone. Lore called to say his water was messing up and can he take a shower here? I thought, ok, a shower and he'll get ready back at home. well, "Lore" is a pre op transgen, "s"he still has the girly get rady habbits. I had to go to walmart with him, the he whined that I didnt own a hair dryer, then he asked to ride with us. in the mean time Ash forgot to tell me that Will and his brother were gonig to meet us here. So Iwas trying ot get ready with 3 extra people milling around, Ash decided to dye his hair, and I lost my safty pins and then Ash was taking forever bcause he had to show things on the computer to the others and and and. So Iwas getting bitchy and fustrated and etc. We finaly get to the bar and the band was already doing sound checks so we had to wait outside! I had planed on being there in the afternoon so I could meet the band but that was shot to hell. The time AT the bar was was awsome. I kept getting complements about my hair (black and red yarn hair falls) I had a blast. But during this, one of Ash's other friends come up form Waynesville (the civilian town supporting Ft Lenordwoods) and drinks heavlay and gets beligerant. Ash agrees to let him crash at our house that night without my agreement. (Bas has a tendact to blast classical music at top sound at 5 in the morn when drunk) When I have a (loud) fit in the parking lot and finnaly agree to it, Bad get in his truck and takes off before I tell him to get in the car. (remember, the whole fight was letting him stay at the house so he wont drive drunk) so I get in the car to see if we can find him, he pulls out of a parking lot behind me and rides my bumber all the way home. I mean I could see that there was a huge moth in his grill right next to FORD by looking in the reare view mirror. I have to honk several times the entire way hom to get him off my ass. I was scared that if I tried to pull over he would hit me. He didn't luckaly, but I get him into the house and I screeeeeemed at the top of my lungs that he was never to drive like that ever again, do you understand me?! I am still pissed at him. oh and he left after drinking another 5th of whisky with Ash. so he was drunker when he left than at the bar. GRRRRRRRRRRRR god Im mad! still!. He had tried to call several times to talk to ashly, I answer the phne "You are a waste of my air" and hang up on him.
I forgot my camera that night too so I dont have any pictures yet, but I will try to dress back up and take some photos later tonight .
This saterday is another band and ashley promised that Its MY turn to drink myself silly. I told that ot the bar tender yesterday and he was all "yippy! I have some things to try!" I am his guinia pig on new drinks.
If you live near or plan on coming through, springfield you have GOTTA check out Ground Xero. www.groundxero.org it's awsome!!!