I will try to fix you

Well the wedding is over, and now for the hard part. After all the planning and everything else we managed to delve up a sum of money and the house hunt begins. While I am not looking forward to a mortgage, I refuse to rent for the rest of my measly existence so here is Colin and I's attempt at the impossible.

To be a 21 and a 20 year old and be able to have a house with only 5% for a downpayment. Everything is stacked against us but luckily the economy is in a downturn, and as a sign of good will Colin's parents have agreed to co-sign on what ever house we choose which should help us a ton.

Now to add more difficult trauma onto this a lot of talking made Colin and I realize we would like to, instead of looking for a new house, buy an older victorian that needs some good old TLC to take it back to it's glory days (it also gets us in for the 203K HUD loan but we won't get into that) so the search is on! I made a promise to myself I will be in a house before June, let's see if I can keep it!

Also any of you home owners out there suggestions? And any of you gov savvys any idea where in the hell I can find some preservation of historical property grants? I've been searching for an age but no one wants to give me any suggestions.

And here is the best hopes for a great new year, better opportunities for all, and at least a little bit more happiness all around.

Nova

My registry is up! Wo0!

So all my friends, and strangers who have money (psh like that exists)

I finally have it up, and the 3k price is burning a hole in my head. A nice one, right between the eyes.

http://www.the-gift-of-memories.com/crowley.sulprizio.1015/list

I keep telling myself I will get better about writing on here and then life throws me a huge curve ball.

The wedding is hell on ice skates. Figuring out who is paying for what, where what is going, and I haven't even TRIED on dresses yet. Friday is the date and I have to know the dress, price, ect by monday before Mom sails out for panama (the lucky bitch).

Now I was working out like a mad woman until about six weeks ago. When guess what, I get the worst news ever. I'm pregnant. Working out gets knocked out as I try not to vomit and I craved nothing but fucking salad for two weeks. I mean, I love salad I'm a sea-food eater only and outside of that I'm a veg-head. I love it, but two weeks of salad being the only thing I could keep down. Oh god did that suck.

I couldn't draw at all and in fact today is the first day I have managed to draw anything. Regardless though Colin and I thought about my heath and decided between that and money we can't have a child. So the next step was to figure out our options.

That was when we found out Michigan is horrifically right to life. I mean I understand it I guess, but if you believe that any fetus is a child don't have an abortion! But you don't have to force it on anyone else. Found out that there was a pill option and the frightening suction forced dilation option. So of course I chose medical then I had to read through five of bogus about parenting and print that off due to "Michigan's Informed Consent Law". It was sort of unnecessary, and if they were trying to guilt me into keeping the kid they failed miserably.

So on second we run down to The Heritage Hill Women's Clinic. I was warned there were going to be protesters, and when they mentioned their name wasn't on the building and just the big numbers were up there I got the message that people weren't exactly thrilled about the place. This is also the only place in GR, and the only place in the vicinity. The next ones were in Detroit. I was actually pleasantly surprised with the place. Everyone was friendly, personable, and you pretty much met the entire staff before you left. They even had you see a counselor to ensure that you were ok with everything and gave you some one to talk to if you weren't. Awesomely theroughy are also going to be setting me up with birth control and told me planned parenthood could keep the payments really low.

It went swimmingly, I even got a picture of my eight week one day old fetus who is now happily gone. The thing I did not appreciate was the protesters. I understand wanting to rally behind a cause and so such but this was to the point of stupid.

When we arrived she simply gave us some pamphlets, and a very abridged version of the bible (gotta love how faith is always involved). The amazing part was we were there five minutes before they even had their first appointment so they got their nice and early to 'save' you. Still it was nothing I could truly complain about, they wanted to inform and that was fine. She even said she'd keep an eye on the dogs since they come with us everywhere we go.

For the next two hours of my appointment Colin went out every half an hour or so to check on them and every time this same woman mobbed him saying "it wasn't too late" and that "there was still time to be saved" and "your girlfriend will be a different person, she'll have lost a piece of her soul."

Bless Colin's heart he ignored her the first couple times just going about his business. About this time nine more of them show up. A few start praying on the sidewalk out the front of the place since the front sidewalk is public property and then the asses have the audacity to go and stand out there with a kid in a stroller! Not only  was that insensitive, but it was a damn cold morning, I am sure the kid was going to start crying any second. Thank goodness the people who run the place kept the blinds closed so none of us had to look at them. Still they kept mobbing people as they came in, I mean they got a poor girl crying who came in alone because her boyfriend was working,she was sobbing and very hard to console. I don't know if she went through with it, but I hope she did. A few others even threw their information away. Of course this is whrd en I take a peek at what in the world it says and find a bunch of religious dogma. Not only that but a big thing on the "father's hidden tears". Colin? Cry? Over this? Not bloody likely! He would call me stupid for keeping it! And would be right sadly.

Still Colin went out one more time and she starts in and his patience was shot. She started shouting at him that "80% of women dump their driver" and he snapped. "She's sicsk" he started "There is no way she could carry a child to full term."
"Well we have a doctor," she refuted "That we're sure could find her another option."
"All of UC Davis medical campus couldn't figure out what was wrong with her and you think your doctor could?"
"I'm sure we could figure out something!"
"Your doctor couldn't tell her anything. We're sure of our decision. You may change some people's minds, you aren't changing ours." And he walked away.

Bless his heart too because I would have verbally ripped her to shreds with language I normally only save for talking about my mother. Still by the time he picked me up I had taken my first pill and the deal was done. I headed home (thought Colin did pick me up at the curb, he didn't want me dealing with them).

The procedure was painful as hell, and I puked up my pain pill which caused an emergency call to the doctor, still four pads later it was over. I don't regret it though I was afraid I would. I actually feel relieved, but the afterwards SUCKS. I'm not allowed to lift anything over 25 lbs (which is hard as hell when you have two 50 something lb dogs) no rigorous exercise (shooting my work out in the foot again) and of course no sex, no swimming or anything involving being submerged in water, so on an so forth.

I can't wait for the fifteenth when this will be over. At least I know it's over, they still have to check though since by law they have to ensure the fetus has been aborted or I get the glorious suction treatment.

Still now that that hurtle has been jumped I'm back to wedding plans and being stressed to all hell, and am I ever thankful for it.  Here is hoping no more hitches!

Goodnight!

Working new sketch for kitty-grrl and Panda-boi for upcoming panda-boi webcomic.

Yes I actually have sketches to put up *laughs* I still need to pen them and color them but they are finished and scanned.

As for life, it could be a hell of a lot worse, but it could also be better. Colin and I are finally getting married, though it is through my mother's pressure I think he is still going to spring a ring and proposal on me. I'm excited, but also terrified of seeing my family/friends and how many people will be absolutely pissed about not being invited. It doesn't matter though, because I'm in Michigan Biotches! Anything that happens there can't really bother me here.

My condition is getting worse yeah, it's been almost a year since it started with no word as to any cure, but I have it in a place where I can control it and to me that is what matters. I have two dogs to keep me company which helps with the guilt from Colin being the only one working. I wish they knew what I had, but at least being home all day gives me plenty of time to draw and write.

My musical tastes have changed again, but that shouldn't surprise anyone. I am currently on a classical music/indy kick. So Shiina Ringo, The Hush Sound, mixed with Rachmaninoff and Bach make for a happy Nova. I am actually really enjoying it since it is cleared my head and is getting me in the mood to paint which I haven't done in a very long time.  My art has improved but of course I'm always frustrated with it, it's how we get better is wanting to push our work to the next level. My current work is going to be a combination. Get Panda-boi back up to drawing speed so I can do it almost constantly and I am also going to do some Disney fan-art to see if I want to implement anything from it's styling. It's kinda funny how scientific my art is, but still always have to try new things.

Oh and sumi-e! Need to do more since everyone has loved the Lotus I did, and I want to do pieces for it.

Coming back for the wedding in December and I may be staying in Nevada for a few days, so if any of ya'll wanna see me you better hollar! ^^

Now for the Art Drop

Haven't been on here in awhile.

I'm half tempted to make it my sketch dump.

I just might do it.

So until I have some sketches, you shall remain empty. My poor mindsay...

I hope to hell they have an answer of some form. At any rate, Mom is picking me up soon so I will be coming back and writing a blog about what they find.