Aeia’s Weblog

Any plans I had for this blog were a blatant lie. I would love to make one blog per interest, but it is impossible since I have so very many interests.

Today I am writing about power animals.

Snakes are my power animal.

I didnt dream of snakes. I didnt think of snakes. I did want a snake when I was a kid, but more out of tomboyishness than.. anything else.

But snakes have stalked me. When I was in Sedona for one of the first times, maybe THE first time, while my father was visiting (I may have been 7-8 or less) we were hiking somewhere, and I had went ahead and found a rattlesnake in an indian medicine wheel (I say indian not Native American, because my family came over on the mayflower, my genetics have been here almost 500 or more years, so I am not going to specify anyone else as more Native than me.). I was happy to see a snake, it was my dad who suggested it could be my power animal since it was in the medicine wheel when I found it.

I had no spiritual awakening. No insight, the world didnt open up and I didnt imagine a snake as my backbone (But that seems like a good idea, visuallization is key, might provide me more flexibility)

I simply knew that snakes are my power animal. All my life I have seen snakes in places I shouldnt. Rattlers, mainly, but also snakes in portions of California and even in Texas a snake appeared before me alone.

In California I was walking my dog, I was at least 5 feet behind Keighsie. She was ahead and suddenly there was a snake in front of Jenny and I. I dont know if it had come out while I was looking away but Keighsie had not found it, I did. So I said “Look a snake.” and picked up Jenny and went round.

Anyways in Texas I was out looking at the side of my house and out pops a garden snake. No one else in my family has seen a snake in Texas (that I know of) and no one else was about but me, though I called my twin over but he was gone.

Today I went to the Zoo (Well its actually a wildlife rescue place that pretends its a zoo but really just saves special needs lions. Mainly.) Its called Out of Africa. Maybe you’ve heard of it. By out of Africa they mean they have 17 billion Lions and a couple zebras, a giraffe and two breeds of African deer (One was a “something”bok like our old steinbok head) Its all rather dull actually. But anyway

Went to ‘the snake show’ which consists of bringing out two snakes and watching people pet them. No, I’m dead serious. I was honoured to be able to volunteer and ended up bringing the python into the area… She was a true beauty. But anyways, they also had a smaller anaconda. I loved him, he is actually related to me.

Anyways Im there with the anaconda, and he starts looking at me.. and then stares deeply into my eyes.. but actually LOOKS at me. Theres a huge crowd around him, we’re all wearing non-bold colours… And he comes over to me and actually slides underneath my legs (I am crouching, so there is a gap between my butt and the floor, and my feet form a kind of bridge-like structure. He just… goes under….

Thats all. … of the .. 20 some odd people surrounding him crouching to pet him he comes and slides under my legs.

I felt so honoured.

Anyways. I felt it was also further undeniable proof that snakes are actually my power animal, as much as I wish

Fossa’s were. BTW thats not my picture. No, unfortunately, between the terribly high and confining cages, the outrageously bumpy ’serengeti safari’ my pictures didnt come out too well.

I know, sad. We’ll go to World Wildlife Zoo next time. But hey, we donated 60$ towards

This half blind Leopard with a spinal problem. He is really, really cute.

I guess a few others whom you’ll never see.  I am just not the type to upload them ALL.

Ok, guys, it was nice updating with you.

Well, I always write in merc.

So here I am actually updating.

Lets talk about whats occurred since we last spoke. I quit that one job, now I have another I somewhat start tommorrow. We’ll see how that goes. OMG MY CAT JUST SNORTED….

That was wierd.

Anyways, we’ll see. Keighsie has a new job…. Hacienda lighting did layoffs and she was one to go. Sad times.

It rained today and snow capped our lovely mountain tops

Oh, the only reason I can take these pics is because I got a new lens. My other one broke and as opposed to waiting years while it was in for repair, I just bought a new one. Id been wanting a telephoto lens, and so here it is. I may need one a little shorter range Im having trouble photographing as close as Im used to and the remote only clicks oh so far.

On an antique stuff run again, as with last mercury retrograde. So here is a sneak peak of one of our many collected bodices.

See how the telephoto lens makes product photography challenging?

This also occurred. I have no idea who ordered two giant sails, we dont even own a sailboat..

Hmm owning a sailboat may be worth looking into.. considering the antique nature of the boat in general……… heeheehee

PS, here is a sneak peak as to what is coming.

Can you tell what it is? Ill give you a hint, its very very very old

See you soon sweet blog, see you soon.

So here you are…

Thinking

HOLY SHIT AYA IS UPDATING HER BLOG??

Well Ive decided to turn this into an antique blog. Well, mainly I have so many ideas for cool blogs… but I am really into antiques right now so thats what it will be.

TODAY I update

SOLELY

To show off

MY REVOLUTIONARY WAR ERA FLINTLOCK RIFLE

HELLLLL YEAH

She’s my baby, man, my baby. Its actually a he. Its a boy.

He has a depiction of a greyhound chasing a rabbit on his metals. When I saw it, I knew…

I have a greyhound, well, a short one, and dude, she does chase rabbits. I knew it was to be mine. Actually, I was watching 3:10 to Yuma, already home and settled from the day. I had been to this antique shop earlier in the day and I’d seen this rifle and taken pics to look it up. Well suddenly when watching Charlie Prince talk about a Mexican hiring him to bring in some heads of cattle, I said “I REALLY NEED TO LOOK THAT UP”

So I did.

Actually I typed in “1600s rifle” because I related this SOLELY to Pocahantas. John Smith loads his flintlock rifle in the movie the first time they meet and has to pinch out the flint as not to shoot her. Then they sing or something. She looks all demure at him. Anyways, since he’s a colonist and colonists came in the 1600s, I figured to trust Disney and look it up. And so I did. Then I said

Shit they only have 30 minutes till close!!! So we went and I got it. Then I came home after listening to The Last of the Mohicans soundtrack in the car, feeling very revolutionary, and took pics~!

I also got out some of the other antiques Ive been collecting, along with my twins collections and took some pics. But I havent looked at those yet I am too excited about my new rifle!!!!

OH BOY!!!!!! I am still trying to learn more about it but it seems right now to be from 1700s. Thats badass. OK. Gotta go.

Happy Holidays, yo.

I am enjoying my new job as a graphic designer and ebay store runner (I mean that I run the ebay store and make catalogs AND do a plethora of other activities)

Luckily I have been too busy to post. Got a new car,

Its the shit. Its a luxury vehicle for the cheapest. Man it was cheap. Since Im a cheapskate  you can imagine how cheap it was.

I have enjoyed halloween at my work, Thanksgiving, and two art shows.

Oh its been good. I am a happy camper and I love graphic design.

That is all for now. This weekend I may have an adventure to post about since that POS car I got rid of couldnt drive anywhere, oh yeah we spent over 1k on that pos fixing it THIS MONTH alone. ONE MONTH. So we finally caved in and got a new car. They gave us a value for it it was not worth. I felt like I jipped them but car dealerships jip the mass so Im just paying them back. It came with a 100k mile warranty and rockford fosgate soundsystem, I could go on and on about it.

Aight off to my favourite job.

Wednesday my company laid everyone off, and I had a couple interviews. I did those, and a little modeling. Anyone know of a good place to work?

This morning saw The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford and later The Departed (It took me a long time.)

I didnt like the original, didnt like the remake. I do think Leo looks good and Brad looks fine as hell in Jesse James.

Makes me like white men more. Loved the first movie.

Writing is like a habit I cannot break, my mind is always writing during mercury retrograde, so I thought I’d humour it just once.

A cloak of dust clouded stagnantly in the breezless air. The sun shot it’s majestic rays through the air like Jesus himself, illuminating, with a powerful radiance, the tin top roofs of Main St. The largest building, white faux -front boasting extraordinary architectural details, was home of the town’s largest hotel. Erected only 3 years ago, the Jamesfront Hotel was a showcase of granduer and looked mightily out of place in this small western town.

Within the hotel, chandeliers and gas lamps completed the ambience of luxury, and in their wake, illuminated a grand, sweeping staircase. White wooden rail placed artistically upon incricate wrought-iron designs, laced the sides, the top opening widely to the second floor, another breathless beauty in itself. In the middle of this staircase our heroine was found.

Her fingers gripped the banister with not little intensity. She had been standing this way for some time, watching men carry heavy boxes and items, beds, drawers, trunks, chairs, down the stairs and out the door. The thought of this place being taken away was more than depressing. A hole was within her, a deep gulch, widening momentarily. She finally moved to wipe her nose with the cotton calico sleeve of her mid 1880s bustle gown. She stood short, only 5′2 or so, a slender dainty woman, as much a woman, for she looked to be only about 16 years of age but would proclaim herself a woman any day.

Her pale face was twisted in what appeared to be a grimace, but what was really an attempt to conceal the greif she felt. She had grown up here, her father having built the hotel. She had been so proud to work at the front desk greeting all different prumps of society. The first day of their opening she had worn many hats, cook, greeter, bookkeeper. She was quick minded and good with numbers. The position of front desk was one that stuck, and she loved to meet all the people and check them in to their respective rooms.

There was one guest in particular that stood out in her mind above all others, though she could not think of him at this particular moment when her life was consumed by this reality. A tall man, built strongly, wide shoulders tapered to a slender waist, a hard look in his icy blue eyes. Anyone he gazed upon felt chills, and she, in particular, had been moved by his peculiar ways.

( OK OK it was Ben Wade and he was hot. He was a total hot outlaw. He looked like Russel Crowe. No doubt. Dan Evans was there. He was hot too. He looked like Christian Bale. The whole gang was there since a man is nothing without his gang. No really, he aint. Its hot to have a gang. There was some gay love vibes coming from a lot of them but only implied since we dont want them to actually be gay. Not to mention the fact Russell Crowe is a little bit old and putting on a little weight. So we dont want to see them naked either. Ok, well lets say he has a 6 pack and Dan looks hot. Ok now its better they can be topless. This is a really good story.)

There you go, the beginning of my epic story. Since it’s a western, I thought I’d write western style. Like Louis Lamour and all.

I be blonde. Ok Im faking a little of it. Its still a work in progress. I think when it’s done it will be a bit of a shorter blonde hair. It will be nice.

Also I got shown real nice hat while there. (There being Tombstone. Though this is at Picacho Peak) I am waiting until my hair is finished before I wear it (to work) since I do believe it is inappropriate to wear a hat indoors (I’m old fashioned.) Thats all for now.

There I was being begged…

And then it occured to me.

Vets n all, they may know their stuff, but when little doggies are surroundin yah and begging intensely…

How do they get that glitter in their eyes?

Yes’n. I feel this is one of life’s many mysteries.