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- Current Mood: good
- Current Music:Welcome 2 the Party by Kid Rock
I have to admit that "Easter Time" is one of my favorite times of year. Yes, I'm Pagan, but I am surrounded by Christians and they make this time just deliciously wonderful.
First you have Fat Tuesday/Mardi Gras. There are paczkis and drinking and beads and parades...OH MY! JOY to any Heathen who loves music, food, parties and alcohol.
THEN you have Lent. Ummm...wonderful LENT. Why do I like Lent? Because I'm not Christian, so I don't have to give up anything, However, I can Enjoy the Christan's "don't eat meat on Friday". To a Pagan/Atheist/Jew, Lent is "The Festival of Fish Fries". EVERY Friday you have a wide range of restaurants and churches offering a beautiful cornucopia of "all you can eat" fish (Pick your favorite fish! You'll find it!) with a plethora of optional "sides". I love fish. I love every side that anyone has ever chosen to serve with fish. It's a Christmas for my tastebuds....
After that you have The Day Itself. Easter! There is the fun of decorating eggs and hiding them and watching children find them. Cute. But the best is yet to come....The Easter Feast of Ham and Deviled Eggs and Potato Salad. Lip-smacking Goodness!
Last, but far from least, is THE CHOCOLATE. Easter chocolate is always so fresh and melt-in-your-mouth WONDERFUL. In addition, it's half off on Easter Sunday/Monday. I live two miles from a Russle Stover outlet store. Life is Good.
Yes, I was raised Christian. I have the utmost respect for why the holiday is so holy. I Do still talk to Jesus.
Every Easter as I Feast upon the wonders He has bestowed upon even the Infidels, I give THANKS.
Yesterday I was about to buy a kindle edition of a book, but I read the reviews. The commenter stated that the grammar was horrific. The example they used was, "The windows need to be shuddered." ::shudders::
Yes, I am not perfect in punctuation and do make grammar errors. However, there are some (like the example above) that make my eyes bleed.
"This is a picture of Jenny and I at the concert." Really? Would you post a picture captioned, "This is I at the concert"? I hope not. You look just as fucking stupid adding poor Jenny to the mix.
"I went threw that town last year." Sounds painful.
There, they're, their...
People often say "mute point". My friends, that is a person in black and white clown makeup pointing at a sky. Where were your English teachers? We're going to need to fix that.
- Current Mood:Annoyed
My Faith believes that Death is NOT an ending, but the Beginning of a Wondrous Adventure. I cry and mourn when I lose someone, human or animal, because I am selfish and self-centered. I cry for all the "should haves" and "could haves" and the yet-to-be's-that-now-will-never-happen.
I cry for ME
Not for Them...
- Current Mood:Sad
- Current Music:Cemetery Gates--Pantera
We have Always been "Rescuers". We take the unwanted, the wounded, the chronically ill, the elderly--the unadoptable.
Right now we have a pigeon, five pit mixes and five cats--two are elderly and one diabetic.
We are NOT taking any more animals.
The Border is CLOSED.
ALL our animals receive medical care and are fed quality food. The diabetic cost is an average of $100 per month per year. Heartworm/flea prevention is about 150 per month
My heart BLEEDS for the MANY that need homes. We donate as much as we can, when we can to HELP them.
IF I give another animal a home, I take Away from the ones currently here.
IF I give TOO many others a home, I am a Hoarder--who cannot properly care for ANY of them.
IN FACT, if I take too many I am liable for prosecution by law and negligent for taking more animals than I can care for.
THINK ABOUT IT.
And before you tell me that this country (or UK or Canada) CAN afford it....are YOU willing to give up 25% or more of YOUR weekly income? Can you live OK without that money? If so, THEN DO IT--donate it as you see fit. Hell, find an immigrant or homeless person and move them into YOUR HOME. Stop telling me *I* should.
I cannot afford to pay my neighbors' mortgages/utilities/food plus my own...MOST people can't.
I'm not a CEO and we all know the big corporations and the CEOs get out of paying the taxes that would make this a Socialist Utopia.
*I* give as much as I can, when I can...and I cannot afford to pay for every person on the planet, no matter how much I Feel for them.
"It's been so long since I've seen the ocean...I guess I should"
I really hate this time of year. So many people losing loved ones or watching them fight because they are sick. People losing jobs and homes, or cannot afford FOOD, much less presents and tinsel. It's supposed to be A Time of Joy--yet so many are suffering so much PAIN...and the pain is made worse because...this is supposed to be a time of joy. The first or second Christmas/Yule/Hanukkah without a cherished loved one HURTS, while people around you are Happy...and you WANT that happy, but it's not there. Even those lost decades ago are missed, so The Festive is tinged sepia--because something is missing now and always will be.
Oddly, when I worked RETAIL I had The Spirit. I worked long hours and ran my butt off but still did all the baking and much of the present buying and wrapping and it was "The Most Wonderful Time of the Year". After I got married, I discovered it was a difficult time for my husband--he was already haunted by bitter memories. I set out to change that. I WAS "The Spirit of Christmas" and Insisted he learn to love the holiday...and it was working...
"I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her"
I lost Christmas/Yule ten years ago--actually Christmas Eve 2002. I have spent a decade trying to get it BACK. I miss it. It seems like every time I start to get it back, there's another LOSS--just before or just after. We have not had a tree since 2005 because my attempt to recoup was met with another Horrific and Tragic lightening bolt from Fate--actually Two. I FEAR Christmas rather than enjoy it.
"The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, but no pearls"
I still strive each year to "get it all back"....
and so here I am once again in The Long December. "Maybe this year will be better than the last...." and I support my friends as they face their loses--weep with them and feel my Yuletide Sorrow try to coat me like grey snowflakes and feel the fear hug my heart like an old friend...and keep fighting to find The Spirit Again, the Joy, THE HOPE...
"I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass"
- Current Music:A Long December by The Counting Crows
- Current Location:Down the Rabbit Hole
- Current Mood: nervous
- Current Music:"Who's Behind the Door" by Zebra
How does anyone justify charging or paying that much for a freaking purse?
Maybe there's something wrong with ME...but I'm more proud of saving a buck than Wasting one and find more joy in giving than in pampering myself to exorbitant extremes.
**My most expensive pair of shoes is a $250 pair of boots that I bought for $65. They are comfortable and Wonderful, but I did NOT pay full price. Charlie's work boots were $250--he is standing on cement in them for 10-15 hours per day so yes, we do pay more for the better shoe. However, we refuse to pay more than that. A $1,000 pair of shoes best come with a Johnny Depp look alike to massage my feet every time I take them off! The price you pay for shoes or a purse, IMHO, should not equal (or be more than) an average person's mortgage payment.
- Current Mood:disgusted
- Current Music:"That's Just the Way It Is"--Bruce Hornsby
The other day Charlie and I were hanging out in the garage grilling dinner. The dogs were out and the big door was up. Two men come walking up the drive. They are dressed nice and carrying pamphlets.
My FIRST thought is: Jehovah Witness
My Second thought is: "Chopper, sic balls."
THEN I notice they are wearing badges/tags.
My thought is: Hanson Roof Salesmen or Salesmen of some-other-annoying-unwanted/needed-sort
"Chopper sic balls."
I finally realize they are....
"Chopper sic balls" is now REALLY on my lips....
(Mind you, our dogs are Well Socialized and have NO idea what "Sic" even means...but when you have a herd of obviously very excited pit bulls running toward you....)
By this point The Inglorious Bastards are UPON THEM, despite our cries of "leave it" (which works for squirrels but apparently not political candidates) and I realize the one guy is BLIND, so he is being bludgeoned with Pit Bull "I MUST KISS YOU" Love from FIVE sides because our dogs always go for the weakest/most-unsuspecting link...
"They're friendly, but they are going to jump on you and get you all dirty!" I call, as I walk out to try and corral our furry delinquents. The men laughed and were gracious about it--asked the dogs names and breed, petted their heads...They LIKED dogs--which is HOW they got their foot past the door.
Turns out one was a new runner for state senate. Turns out he was a Democrat. WE are INDEPENDENT, but lean away from much of what the donkeys have been up to. In either case, we asked a bunch of questions, heard the man out and after a bit of research he just may have two votes.
'Guess it's a good thing we didn't name any of the dogs Chopper...
I want to start out by saying this post is NOT an effort to be disrespectful to Christians.
It IS intended to make people realize that what they say about Other Faiths, or lack of Faith, can--and often IS--hypocritical.
"You'll like this book, it's full of mythology."
"What you are calling mythology is MY Religion. I pray to those Gods/Goddesses."
"It's still Mythology."
"OH? Aren't you Christian?"
"Yes...that's a RELIGION."
"So, you believe a Virgin was impregnated by GOD and when the child turned 30-something he died for YOUR SINS even though you weren't born yet but he did it anyway to get you to a Summerland when YOU die and then....three days later...he came back to life. Is that correct?"
"If you read that in the paper today, would you believe it?"
*laughs* "NO. That would be ridiculous."
But MY faith IS MYTH? Fabrication?
NO faith is MORE than another. There are also the agnostics and the atheists who believe there is perhaps NOTHING...who is to say with absolute certainty THEY are wrong? Just because I believe, I don't expect everyone to understand or feel the same. I like mushrooms. I think they are delicious. Some people do not like them and some can "take 'em or leave 'em". Nobody is Right or Wrong. Mushrooms, however, do not fire up as much enthusiasm and debate as Religion. Nobody ever killed somebody for liking mushrooms--but wars have been fought over Faith from the beginning of Man.
One of the required reading books for my college mythology class was....
When I asked the professor why, she told me it was because many of the stories in the bible were FIRST Greek/Roman "myths". If you take the time to study other religions, you WILL see many parallels. In fact, they are so similar that I really cannot understand why so much venom is generated over what name you call your deity and what book (or lack of book) you use. No matter your book, name, temple, they are all the same. They all say we get this Chance to better ourselves, to love each other, and to give....and that nothing you have here goes with you except your deeds. Even those who do not believe in Heaven, Valhalla, Paradise, etc believe that morality and kindness are VALUES.
Whether you worship a can of green beans or nothing at all--Faith in oneself and a moral compass is required to achieve PEACE--here and in Any Afterlife.
- Current Mood: contemplative
- Current Music:"Personal Jesus" by Depeche Mode
- Current Mood: nostalgic
- Current Music: "I Will Remember You" by Sarah McLachlan
I was sick to my stomach this morning and went back to bed for a bit...the dream sequence was bizarre.
First I was sitting on the loveseat in our living room and Charlie was on the couch. I thought, "I don't remember how I got here...and why am I so TIRED?" and I dozed off...
THEN I was at Sister-in-laws house. Charlie and I each had a half finished beer in our hands and they had asked us to help them load their return bottles. I tried to say that if I had known we were arriving on "bottle day" we would have brought them our empty Yuengling cans, because we can't return those in MI...HOWEVER, despite only having half a beer, my speech was SLURRED. She understood what I was saying, but I couldn't talk right. I felt so TIRED...so I sat down on their weight bench (they don't have one in real world) to take a nap...
I wake up and I'm home...but not any home I have ever lived in. I'm still napping on a weight bench in a garage, but this one has big doors on either end, with windows along them. I've never lived in a house with windows on the garage doors. I'm groggy and think, "That was an odd set of dreams..." and then I notice Four men watching me through one of the garage windows. They are all crammed into the same small window and it's NOT just that I am being watched without my knowledge in my own house, but the looks on their faces are scary....
I tell them, "Get out of here or I'm calling 911."
They laugh and tell me to go ahead.
So I head into the house which is connected to the garage and I'm trying to call 911 but my phone will ONLY access my photo album on it. I think/decide they have Done Something and decide that IF I can get online I will post on FB "Plz call 911...give my addy..." and then Somebody will call for help. (I cling to this hope through most of the rest of the dream...that if I can just get a status out there I can/WILL get HELP) I get to the computer and start to bring it up when I notice the back door is OPEN. It's just the outside/screen door. I close the door. It's got FIVE locks...and I only throw the one on the knob because so often in movies people throw the deadbolt and chain and then CAN'T get out...
I look at the front door and notice IT has FIVE locks...and I think, "When we moved in we wondered why they had so many locks, I guess now I know..."
I'm concerned somebody got in through the open door and hurry back to the computer...PRAYING they haven't jammed the wifi...I start to login to get help when two things happen....I wonder....
1> WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY DOGS???
2> There's a scrapping at the far end of the house, like somebody running a knife along the wall and I hear laughter outside....
I turn to the computer and start to type...
and THAT is when I woke up.
I always dreamed of writing a Great Novel...I DID write a Great Novel, but was unable to get it published.
I dreamed of writing a Great Play, and I did, but it was never produced.
However, some of my most Important, Timeless, Greatest contributions to The World--to the People who Use them and Need them--were three small pieces written from the heart and inspired by our animals. They will never see publication other than "self published" on the net, and yet I have received more feedback about them than anything I HAVE had Publically Published.
My Feline Diabetes Primer about the use of Humulin/fast acting insulin. My Bunny will live forever as long as there are cats using Humulin: Humulin Primer
My blog post about the loss of my cats (I've lost many more since that was updated, and it still comforts ME): When a Kitty Dies
The article about us coming to grips with Jack's passing: The Baby Steps of Grief
ALL are about the voiceless animals that touched my life...and now they have touched Many Lives...
"That which is essential is invisble to the eye".