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3, 2, 1. Liftoff! Wait! Where am I Going?
So, in trying to organize my thoughts as to how to write a book on Practical Paganism, I planted stuff in my vegetable garden ( Read more... ) -
Open Your Mouth, and Change Your Foot
Once in a while, the Gods will reach out and bitch-slap me. You know, just because They can.
Or, sometimes, I provoke Them to the point that They really have no choice.
I'm dumb like that.
Case in point: Yesterday, I was enthusiastically telling a good friend of mine silk_noir, to continue in her noble efforts to speak out on women's health issues. In fact ( Read more... ) -
Doomsday Preppers? Is That Like "Watching the Parade Pass You By?"
So, National Geographic Channel has taken on the Reality Show Craze, and if TLC has turned into the The Freak Show Channel, well, NGC isn't too far behind. One example: Doomsday Preppers. This is a show wherein average, ordinary folk like you and me, proudly show off their 4-year supply of lentils and dried kidney beans, brag on their shooting/ ( Read more... ) -
My Day of "Writing"
I get up. Let the dog out, make coffee. Check.
Watch the news as I drink my coffee. Republicans are still a clown car. Rush Limbaugh is still a jerk. Check.
Get dressed. Wash face, comb hair. Check.
Feed the dog and make my own breakfast: He gets kibble, I get cereal and laugh to myself about the similarities in our foods' appearance.
Rinse bowl ( Read more... ) -
A Quick Note on our "Silky" Friend
silk_noir is fine. I'm sure you all will hear from her in a few days ( Read more... ) -
Open Mouth, Insert......
....Foot? Writing Style? Intent ( Read more... ) -
Sorry for the Lapse...
....but Life's been busy, as It so often is in the Spring. Hopefully, I'll do better now that the vegetable garden is well-established.
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I grew up watching my mom try to compete with my dad's work for his attention. She invariably lost. I have no intentions of even trying. If he would rather be at work, then so be it. -
Happy "Sure-you're-Irish" Day!
Unlike some of my friends of Irish heritage (and my oldest son), I quite like St. Patrick's Day. I find it distinctly amusing to watch all these Americans using a so-called Holy Day to get absolutely shit-faced, and then turn around and endure at least 8 hours of work the next day. And when you consider that St. Patrick's Day is held on the ( Read more... ) -
The Past Means Nothing, Sometimes
On March 3, my first husband died. This would be Gryffud's biological father, not Duke Syr Gabriel who basks in good health and Calontir's love. No, this would be Terry, who I was married to for about a minute, had a son with, got dumped by, and then spent in terror of for about four and a half years because his pettiness and addictions led him ( Read more... )