I'm agod-momma
Jun. 27th, 2005 11:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ptpgradWell, a Goddess momma actually. I have officially been names a godmother to Ahja Renee G. (ARG for short...she WILL be a pirate if her parents have anything to say about it). The weekend itself was very long with lots to talk about, so here goes...
Was down in NC for work again. Got in on Thursday and worked alot, finished the antibiotic and the tasks at hand, and left on Saturday night. The plane ran a bit late as the people in Las Vegas trashed our little plane a bit. It was packed. I was in between a husband and wife in seats, but they let me take the window (YAYEE!). I gave him my pretzels as a thank you and he gave me a cashew. The plane arrived mostly on time, but the luggage took 45 minutes to get to me.
I had a 3+ hour drive to get to the baptism the next morning which was at 10:15 am and I was being threatened with stories of beach traffic. so I figured i needed 4 hours. I was tempted to drive that night to my parents (about 2 hours) but didn't think I would be able to deal with getting in at 2:30 am and went with sleeping at home and getting coffee the next day.
I got up at 5:00 (4 1/2 hours sleep or less), got in the car with bouncy music, and stopped at the Maryland house's Starbucks to get a soy milk vanilla latte. Yes, I don't do caffiene often, but I am in the time phase I can and I needed it. Of course, I started feeling a bit itchy on the ride, so I know I have to let my system clear a bit before I have any more. Vanilla latte's are yummy. That is bad to know.
I also learned that coffee does not like to stay in me. I made 3 bathroom stops, all within a 45 minute time frame...or less. Couldn't wait to get out of me, and I am still coughing from the bad infection remnants, so having a full bladder is dangerous.
As I hit 195 in Jersey, I started to hit memory lane. I worked at Great Adventure for years as a clown. So I knew all the city names...it was fun. I got to the church at 9:08 am. I had a full hour to put on makeup and do my nails before we had to start. Ahja is looking doubled her size and might even be a redhead if I get my way.
The church's architechture was...interesting. I could tell it was build in the early 70's approx. The roof was the designed like the bottom of a boat and the cross was shaped with a curved bottom like an anchor. below the room was pretty blue/green stained glass to look like water and waves. The idea that this was carrying them along, unfortunately, because of the inverted image, it really looked like we were trapped under an overturned boat and were going to drown soon from lack of air. My sense of humor got the better of me and I knew I was on the verge of being sacreligeous throught the ceremony.
Now there were three godparents, one christian and two pagan. Mom and Dad want the little one to be openminded, learn from all sides and make her decision about what her beliefs are for herself. I wore my tri-gold goddess in the moon, that just looks like a pretty charm to the outside eye. The other pagan had his pentacle on underneath his clip on tie. I warned the parents there would be many mumbled "and Mary", "and the mother", "and goddess"'s thrown in there, but I would be as sublte as possible. They were ok with that.
When the baptism took place, she was wiggly, but not too badly behaved, since she had just had her bottle removed, who could blame her...and she is an EATER. Other godmom held her during the first part (pre-water) and I got her post water. Of course, she was fidgety enough that when he went to take her I chuckled "good luck" and the priest didn't get the joke...ah well. At on point, one of my "and mother" comments was loud enough that the other godmom asked me "huh" and I said never mind. I was holding her as she was given the cross on her head, and I simultaneously offered the pentacle on her back to keep the balance. I seemed to be able to calm her a bit by the time we left the main area and I had to give her back to the real mom.
She was warm and fidgeting so Mom left the service to care for her. I took the opportunity to follow her and spend time with mom rather than sit in a service that wasn't appropriate for me. One of the good parts of being a woman. We spent the rest of the service chatting. One mother came out with her daughter who had run across the altar area. Mom was so horrified she took the little one out saying she had never been so embarrased. To be frank, her running after the kid was more embarrassing than if the kid ran across once or twice not disturbing the ceremony and got bored with it. Ah well.
Post service, I kept getting the overwhelming urge to sing a goddess chant I know and sang a verse to the little one. She seemed amenable to the tune. Off we then went to grandma/granddad's (on mom's side) house. Dad's family all cancelled last minute and didn't make the trek to Jersey from VA. I stayed for a brief meal and chat and then got ready to head out. I realized they were minutes from Great Adventure and I could take back roads all the way to my parents. I saw the old road, got really lost around Mt. Holly since they have totally revamped it, and finally thought I was really lost. Dad told me to turn around to take the long highway way, but I looked carefully at my map and found my way without that. Felt good.
I spent an hour with the folks then hit the road again. Traffic was MUCH slower and I was a bit queasy when I got home from the stop and starting without much food. I got home around 7:30, laid down, and woke up at 9:30. I got up, got dinner, and crawled into bed.
Things to learn...
Long drives are VERY good for my creative process and the gas and tolls are well named tax deductible for all the creative process work I do on them. I have choreographed, written, and come up with new bits and moments.
The work is "NO", the flag should be torn with holes, not long shreds, the head is the key transition visual, and I really need the billy club
breaking a nail is the nightmare cd, fingers should get stuck together as should the tongue.
she does NOT need to speak.
The pauses should get longer and longer each time.
Thanks to renfestgeek for the finger idea.
my father, not trusting his own body, is trying to convince me to give up on doing physical stuff...it ain't working.
I must get back on the stilts
I must make a massage appointment
I MUST go back to the gym.
I take responsibility very seriously.
Was down in NC for work again. Got in on Thursday and worked alot, finished the antibiotic and the tasks at hand, and left on Saturday night. The plane ran a bit late as the people in Las Vegas trashed our little plane a bit. It was packed. I was in between a husband and wife in seats, but they let me take the window (YAYEE!). I gave him my pretzels as a thank you and he gave me a cashew. The plane arrived mostly on time, but the luggage took 45 minutes to get to me.
I had a 3+ hour drive to get to the baptism the next morning which was at 10:15 am and I was being threatened with stories of beach traffic. so I figured i needed 4 hours. I was tempted to drive that night to my parents (about 2 hours) but didn't think I would be able to deal with getting in at 2:30 am and went with sleeping at home and getting coffee the next day.
I got up at 5:00 (4 1/2 hours sleep or less), got in the car with bouncy music, and stopped at the Maryland house's Starbucks to get a soy milk vanilla latte. Yes, I don't do caffiene often, but I am in the time phase I can and I needed it. Of course, I started feeling a bit itchy on the ride, so I know I have to let my system clear a bit before I have any more. Vanilla latte's are yummy. That is bad to know.
I also learned that coffee does not like to stay in me. I made 3 bathroom stops, all within a 45 minute time frame...or less. Couldn't wait to get out of me, and I am still coughing from the bad infection remnants, so having a full bladder is dangerous.
As I hit 195 in Jersey, I started to hit memory lane. I worked at Great Adventure for years as a clown. So I knew all the city names...it was fun. I got to the church at 9:08 am. I had a full hour to put on makeup and do my nails before we had to start. Ahja is looking doubled her size and might even be a redhead if I get my way.
The church's architechture was...interesting. I could tell it was build in the early 70's approx. The roof was the designed like the bottom of a boat and the cross was shaped with a curved bottom like an anchor. below the room was pretty blue/green stained glass to look like water and waves. The idea that this was carrying them along, unfortunately, because of the inverted image, it really looked like we were trapped under an overturned boat and were going to drown soon from lack of air. My sense of humor got the better of me and I knew I was on the verge of being sacreligeous throught the ceremony.
Now there were three godparents, one christian and two pagan. Mom and Dad want the little one to be openminded, learn from all sides and make her decision about what her beliefs are for herself. I wore my tri-gold goddess in the moon, that just looks like a pretty charm to the outside eye. The other pagan had his pentacle on underneath his clip on tie. I warned the parents there would be many mumbled "and Mary", "and the mother", "and goddess"'s thrown in there, but I would be as sublte as possible. They were ok with that.
When the baptism took place, she was wiggly, but not too badly behaved, since she had just had her bottle removed, who could blame her...and she is an EATER. Other godmom held her during the first part (pre-water) and I got her post water. Of course, she was fidgety enough that when he went to take her I chuckled "good luck" and the priest didn't get the joke...ah well. At on point, one of my "and mother" comments was loud enough that the other godmom asked me "huh" and I said never mind. I was holding her as she was given the cross on her head, and I simultaneously offered the pentacle on her back to keep the balance. I seemed to be able to calm her a bit by the time we left the main area and I had to give her back to the real mom.
She was warm and fidgeting so Mom left the service to care for her. I took the opportunity to follow her and spend time with mom rather than sit in a service that wasn't appropriate for me. One of the good parts of being a woman. We spent the rest of the service chatting. One mother came out with her daughter who had run across the altar area. Mom was so horrified she took the little one out saying she had never been so embarrased. To be frank, her running after the kid was more embarrassing than if the kid ran across once or twice not disturbing the ceremony and got bored with it. Ah well.
Post service, I kept getting the overwhelming urge to sing a goddess chant I know and sang a verse to the little one. She seemed amenable to the tune. Off we then went to grandma/granddad's (on mom's side) house. Dad's family all cancelled last minute and didn't make the trek to Jersey from VA. I stayed for a brief meal and chat and then got ready to head out. I realized they were minutes from Great Adventure and I could take back roads all the way to my parents. I saw the old road, got really lost around Mt. Holly since they have totally revamped it, and finally thought I was really lost. Dad told me to turn around to take the long highway way, but I looked carefully at my map and found my way without that. Felt good.
I spent an hour with the folks then hit the road again. Traffic was MUCH slower and I was a bit queasy when I got home from the stop and starting without much food. I got home around 7:30, laid down, and woke up at 9:30. I got up, got dinner, and crawled into bed.
Things to learn...
Long drives are VERY good for my creative process and the gas and tolls are well named tax deductible for all the creative process work I do on them. I have choreographed, written, and come up with new bits and moments.
The work is "NO", the flag should be torn with holes, not long shreds, the head is the key transition visual, and I really need the billy club
breaking a nail is the nightmare cd, fingers should get stuck together as should the tongue.
she does NOT need to speak.
The pauses should get longer and longer each time.
Thanks to renfestgeek for the finger idea.
my father, not trusting his own body, is trying to convince me to give up on doing physical stuff...it ain't working.
I must get back on the stilts
I must make a massage appointment
I MUST go back to the gym.
I take responsibility very seriously.