What do I do?

What do I do? My partner is cheating on me in the cyber world and I cannot make her stop. I am being ripped into shreds...and no one gives a damn.  “The wailing owl screams solitary to the mournful moon.” ~ David Mallet...more


Okay...I am sick to death of going to a Pagan/Wiccan/Witchcraft site and finding SLAVE BRACELETS for sale!! Do they never bother to do their homework? Slave bracelets (outside the world of BDSM fiction) came from the West African slave trade! Copper bracelets were a form of currency then and sometimes worn by the slaves to show their worth! I despise them and want to scream when I see a Pagan or a cown (None Pagan/Witch) wearing one! READ PEOPLE!!!...more

Well Excuse me!!

I had an MRI yesterday, it took over an hour and required me to be in agony the entire time. I came out of this in tears, shaking and hurting so bad I wanted to scream. I just wanted to go home, take pain meds, eat a salad and wait for the pain to leave my tortured joints. What do I get when I tell people I cannot sit on camera with them? Sympathy, concern? No...I get whining and the ever popular 'Oh poor me' crap. *SCREAM* Since when am I to forgo my own needs just to pander to a single person?!   ...more

Thursday Morning

Good morning sister bloggers...it's Thursday (AKA Thor's day) and I have an MRI this afternoon. *SCREAM* I hate MRIs wirth a passion, I hate feeling like a piece of bologna in a steel plate sandwich. (Yes ladies I am claustrophobic) I have to have all my jewelry off, partial dentures out and I feel very naked that way. My teeth keep me from looking like a refugee from a boxing ring and my necklace, earrings, rings and bracelets keep me from feeling exposed...if that makes any sense at all. ...more

When did?

It is 6:51 AM and I am going through my normal routine...wait, when the hell did I get a damned routine? What happened to the days of flying from bed to just have fun without worrying about meds and what can my aching body do today? When did I start looking like a combo of my mother and grandmother? When did I become forty-seven, what happened to seventeen? *Wanders off in search of my mind and a cup of decaff coffee.*   “The wailing owl screams solitary to the mournful moon.” ~ David Mallet...more

The life of a boring blogger

I am a boring blogger, I have no teen angst, family drama or anything newsworthy going on in my life. Being lesbian isn't dramatic, just domestic with my spouse and our pets. Being a Witch isn't dramatic because no, I am not Samantha Stevens or from Charmed or any of those other Hollyweird shows. I do not kill live anything for sacrifices (ew) nor do I worship Satan (Can't worship what you don't believe in) but I do have a fondness for Santa. ...more

Guilt Trips

Guilts trips...I don't take them because they are too expensive, the seats are too small, the food is lousy and they always lose your luggage. I spent yesterday with someone doing their damnedest to send me on a guilt trip. They used all tactics, including other people who until I explained things to them had no idea they were being used. The tactics ranged from the typical passive-aggressive things like; 'Well I guess I won't (Insert action here such as eat, sleep etc)' to hints they were drinking and a few more little side trips....more

Just a hello

This is just a short post to say hello and settle into the one place no one knows me. Maybe here I can blog freely.     “The wailing owl screams solitary to the mournful moon.” ~ David Mallet...more