Today I am thankful for passionate people.
I worked too many hours last week. I do that so I don't have to go home to the house that smells like my squatting ex-husband.
I was sent home at 11:00 a.m. on Friday.
I had finished with my hypnosis clients. No one schedules for Friday. I get a lot of people wanting to see me Saturday through Thursday.
I had no takers on Friday.
I did NOT want to go home.
So....
I went to the thrift store that funds the mission.
I bought a pair of shoes and let them keep the change.
One of my activist buddies runs the prepper store next to the thrift store.
His name is Bob.
Bob is awesome.
He waved at me.
I went inside and complained of being bored.
He had the feeling that I was no longer Libertarian.
He was right.
He said the party had forgotten about freedom - they are pushing mandatory vaccination now with the threat of jail time.
I'm glad I left the party because they insulted my Patron God (or Goddess depending on who you think Liber or Libertas is).
It's not a good idea to insult followers of the God of the Forest. He is known by many names; Dionysus, Bacchus and Liber to name a few. He'll drive you to madness if you insult him.
There is a story about a Roman politician who forbade people from honoring the God, so Bacchus drove the politician's mother mad and she led other followers in a frenzy that tore her son to shreds.
I think he's driven the Libertarian Party Leadership to madness. That's their fault. They made fun of a Pagan who made a sacrifice to the God of the Forest.
Eventually, the Pagans in the party pointed out that there were other Pagan Libertarians who were insulted by the National Board's refusal to censure the dick in Florida who went to the press making fun of the sacrifice.
Then they found other reasons to harass the fellow. Those reasons may have been more sound.
They refused to take back their crap. The party leadership refused to put out a statement welcoming Pagans to the party.
I left. The last thing I want to do is piss of Dionysus (I'm a musician) or Ishtar (Goddess of Love and War aka Libertas).
Liber/Libertas have been good to me.
My faith before my party.
I left.
I'm glad I did.
Somehow they forgot - It's not liberty if you are forced to do it staring into the barrel of a gun.
Bob and I spoke about things I can do to kill the time.
There is a gun festival. I could go to the range.
I could go to my hometown. They have a new armory and a guitar shop.
I decided to go to my hometown and then spend my night watching my prepper friend's favorite YouTube channel.
I went to Arvada.
The armory was closed.
I had to admit that I felt a little giddy seeing it.
The building used to be a biker bar.
The guitar shop had two upright basses like they played in the '50s.
They didn't have any electric bass guitars.
I was bored again.
After a day of boredom, the sparking water started to work its way out of my system.
I had to answer a natural call.
So...I decided to go to the grocery store, use their facilities and stock up on more sparking water.
On my way, I ran into a man with a pit bull......
a beautiful pit bull.
The man had a tee-shirt that read.
"Don't kill good dogs - punish bad owners."
I told him that it was a problem in the area I'm from and that I always wanted to do something about Aurora's pit bull ban.
He offered to sell me his shirt for $20.
He said the money would go to his group trying to save pit bulls.
He was my age. He was hot.
Before I got too excited, I saw he had quite a few of the t-shirts with him.
The women's shirts were sleeveless.
I don't do sleeveless, so I just gave him the $20.
I promised I'd look him up on Facebook.
Maybe there is something I can do after all.
The political parties have all sold out. If I'm going to fight a war, it may as well be for the pups.
I spent the rest of the day hitting all the music haunts I could.
Today after seeing my hypnosis clients I drove to a little hidey hole 15 miles away.
They had 10 yards of soundbooth foam for $19.
I had a hard time passing that up.
I fell in love with a bass. It's a six string Ibanez bass that retails for over $2,000.
They wanted $200.
I was excited -but- realized that with my ex-husband in the house, I didn't want to bring anything that valuable inside.
I don't know if he'd complain about my purchase when I should be buying expensive food, more clothing for the kids or paying for a housekeeper.
I left it alone.
As I left the store, I realized that my ex is really making life hard on me.
I don't date.
I have feelings for a friend. I have really nasty dreams about this friend -but- he's Christian. I'm Pagan. It wouldn't work.
This new guy is fairly cute. He even ran into me a second time and told me that he wants to do activist work with me.
I'd like to make new friends like that.
I can't.
I can understand having a crush on a guy but being unable to date because a stalkerish ex won't move out of my house....that I understand.....kind of...I guess.
I don't understand falling in love with a bass but being afraid to buy it. That bass would keep me busy when I'm relegated to my bedroom so I can avoid the stress and stench of dealing with the ex who refuses to leave.
I don't understand how I am not in the legal clear to kick him out. I don't understand why I have to wait several more months for a court date.
He agreed to leave the house on October 21, 2013.
I've been trying to get him out ever since. When I get close, he gets fired from his job - or- breaks his wrist -or- has a major health crisis - or fired again - or whatever else he can get away with to justify staying here longer.
I'm to the point of not paying the mortgage anymore.
I want out.
Do you want to see my crush?
I pulled it off of a website. This is the bass. Isn't it a beauty?
I'm not sure what I'd do with the two extra strings.
It would be fun to learn something new.
It'll be gone soon. Someone else is going to see it for what it is and snap it up.
Sigh.....
The sooner I fix this mess the better.
Love ya,
S.
I worked too many hours last week. I do that so I don't have to go home to the house that smells like my squatting ex-husband.
I was sent home at 11:00 a.m. on Friday.
I had finished with my hypnosis clients. No one schedules for Friday. I get a lot of people wanting to see me Saturday through Thursday.
I had no takers on Friday.
I did NOT want to go home.
So....
I went to the thrift store that funds the mission.
I bought a pair of shoes and let them keep the change.
One of my activist buddies runs the prepper store next to the thrift store.
His name is Bob.
Bob is awesome.
He waved at me.
I went inside and complained of being bored.
He had the feeling that I was no longer Libertarian.
He was right.
He said the party had forgotten about freedom - they are pushing mandatory vaccination now with the threat of jail time.
I'm glad I left the party because they insulted my Patron God (or Goddess depending on who you think Liber or Libertas is).
It's not a good idea to insult followers of the God of the Forest. He is known by many names; Dionysus, Bacchus and Liber to name a few. He'll drive you to madness if you insult him.
There is a story about a Roman politician who forbade people from honoring the God, so Bacchus drove the politician's mother mad and she led other followers in a frenzy that tore her son to shreds.
I think he's driven the Libertarian Party Leadership to madness. That's their fault. They made fun of a Pagan who made a sacrifice to the God of the Forest.
Eventually, the Pagans in the party pointed out that there were other Pagan Libertarians who were insulted by the National Board's refusal to censure the dick in Florida who went to the press making fun of the sacrifice.
Then they found other reasons to harass the fellow. Those reasons may have been more sound.
They refused to take back their crap. The party leadership refused to put out a statement welcoming Pagans to the party.
I left. The last thing I want to do is piss of Dionysus (I'm a musician) or Ishtar (Goddess of Love and War aka Libertas).
Liber/Libertas have been good to me.
My faith before my party.
I left.
I'm glad I did.
Somehow they forgot - It's not liberty if you are forced to do it staring into the barrel of a gun.
Bob and I spoke about things I can do to kill the time.
There is a gun festival. I could go to the range.
I could go to my hometown. They have a new armory and a guitar shop.
I decided to go to my hometown and then spend my night watching my prepper friend's favorite YouTube channel.
I went to Arvada.
The armory was closed.
I had to admit that I felt a little giddy seeing it.
The building used to be a biker bar.
The guitar shop had two upright basses like they played in the '50s.
They didn't have any electric bass guitars.
I was bored again.
After a day of boredom, the sparking water started to work its way out of my system.
I had to answer a natural call.
So...I decided to go to the grocery store, use their facilities and stock up on more sparking water.
On my way, I ran into a man with a pit bull......
a beautiful pit bull.
The man had a tee-shirt that read.
"Don't kill good dogs - punish bad owners."
I told him that it was a problem in the area I'm from and that I always wanted to do something about Aurora's pit bull ban.
He offered to sell me his shirt for $20.
He said the money would go to his group trying to save pit bulls.
He was my age. He was hot.
Before I got too excited, I saw he had quite a few of the t-shirts with him.
The women's shirts were sleeveless.
I don't do sleeveless, so I just gave him the $20.
I promised I'd look him up on Facebook.
Maybe there is something I can do after all.
The political parties have all sold out. If I'm going to fight a war, it may as well be for the pups.
I spent the rest of the day hitting all the music haunts I could.
Today after seeing my hypnosis clients I drove to a little hidey hole 15 miles away.
They had 10 yards of soundbooth foam for $19.
I had a hard time passing that up.
I fell in love with a bass. It's a six string Ibanez bass that retails for over $2,000.
They wanted $200.
I was excited -but- realized that with my ex-husband in the house, I didn't want to bring anything that valuable inside.
I don't know if he'd complain about my purchase when I should be buying expensive food, more clothing for the kids or paying for a housekeeper.
I left it alone.
As I left the store, I realized that my ex is really making life hard on me.
I don't date.
I have feelings for a friend. I have really nasty dreams about this friend -but- he's Christian. I'm Pagan. It wouldn't work.
This new guy is fairly cute. He even ran into me a second time and told me that he wants to do activist work with me.
I'd like to make new friends like that.
I can't.
I can understand having a crush on a guy but being unable to date because a stalkerish ex won't move out of my house....that I understand.....kind of...I guess.
I don't understand falling in love with a bass but being afraid to buy it. That bass would keep me busy when I'm relegated to my bedroom so I can avoid the stress and stench of dealing with the ex who refuses to leave.
I don't understand how I am not in the legal clear to kick him out. I don't understand why I have to wait several more months for a court date.
He agreed to leave the house on October 21, 2013.
I've been trying to get him out ever since. When I get close, he gets fired from his job - or- breaks his wrist -or- has a major health crisis - or fired again - or whatever else he can get away with to justify staying here longer.
I'm to the point of not paying the mortgage anymore.
I want out.
Do you want to see my crush?
I pulled it off of a website. This is the bass. Isn't it a beauty?
I'm not sure what I'd do with the two extra strings.
It would be fun to learn something new.
It'll be gone soon. Someone else is going to see it for what it is and snap it up.
Sigh.....
The sooner I fix this mess the better.
Love ya,
S.