Warped Gratitude Blog

Today I am thankful for compost bins. Someone at work is bringing crap loads of literature from the Libertarian Party to my workplace. They make sure I see it. I do. I do something about it. I throw it away. The Libertarian Party is never going to win any seat of any consequence..... Ever. They don't have the social skills necessary to win the trust of the voters. It's a sad reality. ***** I identify as Pagan.  I was active in the party despite the sexism and bullshit.  For the most part, women are expected to do all the administrative tasks.  Men sit around and drink while telling you not to help Republicans fight tax hikes because preventing corporate welfare gets in the way of big business and jobs. Yeah......when I heard crap like that, I figured it was the booze talking.  It is unwise to do one's political strategizing in bars.  The ideas don't flow very well. It's akin to typing a blog post while waiting for your gel fingernail p

    Today I am thankful for old advice....   and new insight.     I was an orphan.  My parents didn't give a crap about me.  My relatives really didn't care either.   I grew up in freedom.   I did what I wanted to do.   My teenage daughter tried to explain to me why teenagers rebel against authority figures - to get attention.   It's hard to rebel against me.    I believe in freedom.   I don't believe in authority figures outside of the Great Spirit.   We spoke about piercings. Apparently this is how teenagers rebel against their parents. I told her that piercings are tribal in nature; we get piercings to show who we hang with.   It's okay to get piercings.  It's not my place to tell her what to look like. She's a legal adult.   I have no right to criticize or complain.   She said I didn't understand.   Teenagers need to rebel to have conversations that they are afraid to start otherwise.

Today I am thankful for revelations. My ex-husband doesn't like my blog.  He mentioned that he thought my blog was how his family was getting information about where and when to find me. Not so....there are no details posted. When they are, I change the times and days accordingly.  I think there is another reason he dislikes the blog.  I'm probably not allowed to challenge his delusion and talk about the crazy crap going on. I'm still trying to get a court date to get my ex-husband out of the house.  I'll let you know what happens. Love ya, S.

I'm trying to figure out what is on the stalker's playlist.  I don't think he knows who the Dooby Brothers are.  If he did, this song would probably fit. Today I am thankful for options. I'm finding myself debating going to the police department. I can't say that the police department is actually helpful.  Many officers are insightful and they are very good about seeing the truth of the matter.  They are very open and straightforward about what they believe is going on.  They are also spot on when it comes to predicting future events. They just refuse to take police reports. If you watched the news a few years back, this is the police department that swiftly dealt with the theatre shooting nearly four years ago.  They put our injured neighbors in their squad cars and drove them to area hospitals.  The day after the shooting, I was at a religious event across the street from that particular theatre when I stumbled upon a set of clothing (jeans and

The more I ponder this situation, the more I wonder who has the most control of whom.  Is he controlling me?  Or does he perceive me to have control over him? Why am I not allowed to get away? Today I am thankful to hear the voice on one of my silent calls. So much has happened and I don't know exactly what to write about.  In a nutshell, there are suitors everywhere - one is a local celebrity, another is a beautiful man with haunting blue eyes who I later found out was the manager who allowed me to park in his store's lot to hide me from my ex.  The man with the blue eyes has taken a security job at a local store that sells home surveillance equipment and, as he helped me purchase cameras for my home, he made it known that he wants to stay in touch. You know, it doesn't matter how many men are near me, I can't get to know any of them due to the crap I'm enduring.  Yes, I hear complaints about my "walls" and my need to be secretive. Yes, I a