bah....
five thing that ppl don't know about me.... I am an open book so what could there be to know about me....
1. hate bread pudding... now this might seem odd. I am told its a lot of good things all wrapped up in one.... but no I hate it.
2. My life dream is to have a farm. slightly unattainable at the moment, but that is what dreams are for. maybe that is what I will do when I retire.... if I retire. next I have to figure out what the hell I am retiring from.
3. I am shy. and when I say that I mean painful, avoid groups want to puke shy... don't ask why. I don't know. BUT because its not a healthy thing to be I try to portray that part of myself.
4 I am pagan..... you figure it out. Nature lover, broad minded, spiritually open. there is room in every ones lives for more. I just believe in more than a single jealous wrathful all seeing god. our families don't have just one, but two parents so wouldn't it makes sense that our spiritual selves also so. So long as you don't hurt anyone and it makes you happy and gives you pleasure, believe, worship and live as you like.
5 I don't like men who cry..... I am the weepy one.
I have to pick 5 pple....
damn I need to think about that for a bit.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
kitty
so the hot topic lately that is resounding in every life I talk to is contraceptives.... I am going to go take ali to the vet to get her new cat spayed... I have to give it to vets when they want to prevent little animals the take drastic measures. they don't care that boy cats loose their muscle tone or that you have taken a girl cats right to produce...... its all very odd.
human wise.... what is your opinion?
human wise.... what is your opinion?
Sunday, December 17, 2006
new game
well I have a new game to play... I found this site that tells you the celebrities that you look like. its hours of fun... the first one is a random coffee shop guy and a house.... I can't get it to recognize animals but it will match it to a house... in a horrible picture. creepy!
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MyHeritage - treasure your family history">
kay those were random ppl
now some that I know
Ali
Ryan
Kevin
Jeremy
Sheldon aka OZZY
... yeah he's hot and so are his matches...
Missy ( my sister)
me...now the theory should be that missy and I should get some of the same ones because we are sisters....
nope... let me try again....
granted that was an odd picture
it is my blog... so just one more
so this proves that its all just random...
I am sure I will post more later
MyHeritage - treasure your family history">
MyHeritage - treasure your family history">
kay those were random ppl
now some that I know
Ali
Ryan
Kevin
Jeremy
Sheldon aka OZZY
... yeah he's hot and so are his matches...
Missy ( my sister)
me...now the theory should be that missy and I should get some of the same ones because we are sisters....
nope... let me try again....
granted that was an odd picture
it is my blog... so just one more
so this proves that its all just random...
I am sure I will post more later
Friday, December 15, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
blah
OK
stressed out
the victims people called today to see "how I am doing". a very nice old lady named Estelle. She says I need to talk... and says I need to sleep, and fill out a report for the judge to read for how to sentence Dave. she said a package will come in the mail. and the 22 nd will be a guilty/ not guilty hearing. but I don't have to be there. What do I write? what do I say? How do I explain that I normally love being alone, and now it makes me want to puke every time someone knocks on my door. or I wake up at night scared. Or that I am tired of being told it wasn't that bad. or that it could have been worse. She says that I need to go to a seminar to go to court.
and it upsets me that she was more supportive than my own mother was. who I might add, has only called with orders.
I just want to cry and not think about it.
stressed out
the victims people called today to see "how I am doing". a very nice old lady named Estelle. She says I need to talk... and says I need to sleep, and fill out a report for the judge to read for how to sentence Dave. she said a package will come in the mail. and the 22 nd will be a guilty/ not guilty hearing. but I don't have to be there. What do I write? what do I say? How do I explain that I normally love being alone, and now it makes me want to puke every time someone knocks on my door. or I wake up at night scared. Or that I am tired of being told it wasn't that bad. or that it could have been worse. She says that I need to go to a seminar to go to court.
and it upsets me that she was more supportive than my own mother was. who I might add, has only called with orders.
I just want to cry and not think about it.
Winter Solstice
Kay, so I have decided to educate the masses.... and since the masses at this point are still me, I am happy to do so.
As everyone is celebrating Christmas I think I should discuss my festivities. I love Christmas, I grew up with it and celebrate it openly and with great vigor, but as I am kinda pagan, the winter solstice is also important to me. So here I am to educate the masses. It is an extra exciting time for me as baby Janice is a solstice's baby. How much more of a gift does an Auntie need than a little girl and a reason to have a feast! That and then I don't have to discuss with my family why I want to have a "party" on that day. I practice avoidance well.
Some traditions:
In pagan Scandinavia the winter festival was the yule (or juul). Great yule logs were burned, and people drank mead around the bonfires listening to minstrel-poets singing ancient legends. It was believed that the yule log had the magical effect of helping the sun to shine more brightly.
Mistletoe, which was sacred because it mysteriously grew on the most sacred tree, the oak, was ceremoniously cut and a spray given to each family, to be hung in the doorways as good luck. The Celtic Druids also regarded mistletoe as sacred. Druid priests cut it from the tree on which it grew with a golden sickle and handed it to the people, calling it All-Heal. To hang it over a doorway or in a room was to offer goodwill to visitors. Kissing under the mistletoe was a pledge of friendship. Mistletoe is still forbidden in most Christian churches because of its Pagan associations, but it has continued to have a special place in home celebrations.
In Iran, there is the observance of Yalda, in which families kept vigil through the night and fires burned brightly to help the sun (and Goodness) battle darkness (thought evil).
Winter solstice celebrations are also part of the cultural heritage of Pakistan and Tibet. And in China, even though the calendar is based on the moon, the day of winter solstice is called Dong Zhi, "The Arrival of Winter." The cold of winter made an excellent excuse for a feast, so that's how the Chinese observed it, with Ju Dong, "doing the winter."
Native Americans had winter solstice rites. The sun images at right are from rock paintings of the Chumash, who occupied coastal California for thousands of years before the Europeans arrived. Solstices were tremendously important to them, and the winter solstice celebration lasted several days.
As everyone is celebrating Christmas I think I should discuss my festivities. I love Christmas, I grew up with it and celebrate it openly and with great vigor, but as I am kinda pagan, the winter solstice is also important to me. So here I am to educate the masses. It is an extra exciting time for me as baby Janice is a solstice's baby. How much more of a gift does an Auntie need than a little girl and a reason to have a feast! That and then I don't have to discuss with my family why I want to have a "party" on that day. I practice avoidance well.
Some traditions:
In pagan Scandinavia the winter festival was the yule (or juul). Great yule logs were burned, and people drank mead around the bonfires listening to minstrel-poets singing ancient legends. It was believed that the yule log had the magical effect of helping the sun to shine more brightly.
Mistletoe, which was sacred because it mysteriously grew on the most sacred tree, the oak, was ceremoniously cut and a spray given to each family, to be hung in the doorways as good luck. The Celtic Druids also regarded mistletoe as sacred. Druid priests cut it from the tree on which it grew with a golden sickle and handed it to the people, calling it All-Heal. To hang it over a doorway or in a room was to offer goodwill to visitors. Kissing under the mistletoe was a pledge of friendship. Mistletoe is still forbidden in most Christian churches because of its Pagan associations, but it has continued to have a special place in home celebrations.
In Iran, there is the observance of Yalda, in which families kept vigil through the night and fires burned brightly to help the sun (and Goodness) battle darkness (thought evil).
Winter solstice celebrations are also part of the cultural heritage of Pakistan and Tibet. And in China, even though the calendar is based on the moon, the day of winter solstice is called Dong Zhi, "The Arrival of Winter." The cold of winter made an excellent excuse for a feast, so that's how the Chinese observed it, with Ju Dong, "doing the winter."
Native Americans had winter solstice rites. The sun images at right are from rock paintings of the Chumash, who occupied coastal California for thousands of years before the Europeans arrived. Solstices were tremendously important to them, and the winter solstice celebration lasted several days.
ANCIENT GREECE: The winter solstice ritual was called Lenaea, the Festival of the Wild Women. In very ancient times, a man representing the harvest god Dionysos was torn to pieces and eaten by a gang of women on this day. Later in the ritual, Dionysos would be reborn as a baby. By classical times, the human sacrifice had been replaced by the killing of a goat. The women's role had changed to that of funeral mourners and observers of the birth.
with that being said:
I share this season with all those who still feel that innocent joy of these ancient beliefs. They are irrational, but that is their strength. They satisfy the subconscious, not logic. They bind us to a hoary past which always brings us comfort and hope for life from God and Goddess.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
piggies, piggies, piggies
OH PIGGY LOVE
THIS IS GEORGE, SHE IS LOVELY. SHE IS MY PIGGY.SHE'S BEAUTIFUL. SHE'S LIVING IN ALI'S TUB 'TIL MY HOUSE IS CONDEMED.lucky me . SHE PURS AND WHEEKS AND CUDDLES. Who knew piggies could be such fun! Wheek!
this is jeremy and piggy dog. the ugliest dog ever, but she LOVED us instantly and how can you refuse the love of an animal?
this is O'Malley. he's beautiful. Jeremy is his new person. It was a majority thought that O'Malley need a person and luckily jeremy just happened to be 
at the spca when O'malley was putting serious thought into going home. Appearently he breathes fire and love battlestar galactica, though I have doubts about the sci fi interest. It seems like a ploy to get more petting time, but his person falls for it every time.
at the spca when O'malley was putting serious thought into going home. Appearently he breathes fire and love battlestar galactica, though I have doubts about the sci fi interest. It seems like a ploy to get more petting time, but his person falls for it every time.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
well dear friends another day another pile of snow.
today there will be kitty shopping with my new friends Ali and Ryan. they are fab. introduced to me by a lovely gentleman, we get along smashingly well. And today Ali is getting a new kitty to match her kitty that lives in her house. I am excited about the whole thing.
I have decided that the enthusiasm that I get need to be curbed... now I have a quilt to finish for Christmas... baking to do and presents to wrap. but I love it! I think baking will happen tomorrow.
I will update on adventure this afternoon.
today there will be kitty shopping with my new friends Ali and Ryan. they are fab. introduced to me by a lovely gentleman, we get along smashingly well. And today Ali is getting a new kitty to match her kitty that lives in her house. I am excited about the whole thing.
I have decided that the enthusiasm that I get need to be curbed... now I have a quilt to finish for Christmas... baking to do and presents to wrap. but I love it! I think baking will happen tomorrow.
I will update on adventure this afternoon.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
romance
so in my adventures of today I discovered that I am not anywhere close to a romantic. I wish I were, and I maybe I just haven't been given the right opportunity to be one in the tragic/comedic kind of way. I think about it and it seems logical, I am a girl I have romantic thoughts but they just never seem to get to the point where I express them or visa versa. Kay new goal for the next month... convince someone ....anyone that I am a romantic. this would be easier if I had a someone to romance but since jesus left I just have no desire to get overly close to a gent. that will just take time. so I question people.... what is romantic to you.. I think my dilemma lays in my perception. I think making the bed for me in the morning is romantic. I will work on my perception...
less porn more romance...check.
less porn more romance...check.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
headline news in Canada.... 10/10 people said it was cold enough in Edmonton today
today is bitterly cold. the kind of cold that my grandparents used stories about to make us do up our coats. on this most bitterly cold day I ventured out into the world of sunshine and pure pain and I was enthralled. granted most places I went the service was terrible, the staff disgruntled and the masses writhing against the oppression of the weather. BUT even in this weather I actually say a guy riding a bike. standing outside in the cold NOT moving it feels like -42, and then jump on your bike. A crazy and beautiful day.
I ventured out to the bookstore came out victorious and have a new treasure to appal and thrill me. of all the gems that I perused in my short adventure I came away with: Lullaby, by Chuck Palahniuk. I have decided that this man decided against a pen name out of shear will that when the masses saw his name they recognized it, a sales ploy that always works well on me with unpronounceable names. I am pretty sure that is what jesus did...but that is a whole other tale of tragedy that I will get to another time. any how, I am hoping that the book will be entertaining and keep my little mind busy for longer than a few hours.
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