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The Problem of Binding Spells

Today I am thankful for self-control.  So.... Over the past couple of years, I've seen countless self-proclaimed witches who cast spells in an attempt to bind politicians. Why? Seriously, if you know anything about the craft, why would you bind yourself to someone that you can't stand? Witches use binding for love. They are used to bind themselves to other people. This, in and of itself, is unethical.  It is controlling.  Imposing your will on another human being is just, plain flat out wrong. I can imagine that love binding spells create stalkers. I've never cast such a spell.  I had a stalker; a guy would lie to his family and they followed me around for years. It destroyed my life. You NEVER want that. ***** There are people who will claim, well......that they want to bind Donald Trump from pinching women's asses, taking away abortion rights, killing Mexicans and letting businesses cut down all the trees and smother the planet in...

Giving up on Childish Dreams

My personal faux lyric: Bitches keep on bitchin'  Today I am thankful that I realize that I cannot escape politics. This thought was inspired by a Longmont councilwoman who threatened conservatives with taking away their rights in a YouTube video but failed to share how she wants to curtail their rights and exactly how she plans on doing that. I think she was mad that they stood on a street corner collecting coats for the homeless. I wasn't there.  I was in school working towards my dream of helping homeless addicts by getting licensed as a drug counselor. I'm so angry at her words and her lack of decorum that I'm finding myself toying with the idea of sharing the video around the internet to start her Warhol clock Or sending the video to a reporter acquaintance in the hopes it'll start a national conversation about what is real. She's lucky I don't live in Longmont.  I really like messing with people who mess with citizens. ...

Flirtations at 6:05 am

Today I am thankful for the realization that public transit forces me to socialize.  The worst thing about living one's life in the havoc of challenge and despair is that one becomes self-absorbed.  The focus is on solving one's own problems.  There is little energy or time for other people.  Taking the bus for 2.5 hours per day is teaching me that maybe I'm taking on too much.   I can't figure out how to fix the mess I'm in.  I think my ex lost his job (could be wrong...but I don't think so).  I can't figure out how to solve the financial issue yet.  The answers will come.  I'm just not so sure two jobs and school are wise.   There is another issue with public transit.  It reminds me of my first love.  In fact, ten years ago, he confided that he also had issues with riding the bus because it reminds him too much of me.  It's probably the smell of engine lubricant, dirt and vomit that stir ...

28 Days Without A Car

Today I am thankful for being resourceful.  The kids and I have been able to live full lives despite not having a car. We have our groceries delivered.  I order the small things we need on Amazon, Victoria's Secret and Blair (they sell geezer clothes). I've learned to avoid Instacart.  $149 sneaky yearly fee?  No thank you.  King Soopers and Sprouts use their service. The delivery man for Safeway is kind.  Their delivery fee is only $3.99 if I let them have a 4 hour delivery window.  It's not like I'm going anywhere. I like Walmart's delivery service but they don't let you tip the drivers.  That breaks my heart. I'll stick with Safeway. The problem is that my car is so old that my mechanic is having trouble getting parts.  He needs to rebuild the transmission himself and is waiting for the ball bearings. This might go on for a few more weeks. Sigh.... My job search is on hiatus. I have an interview with a California doc...

Dear Trump:Stop Spamming Our Phones

This must be liberal hell.  Today I am thankful for funny knee jerk reactions.  As of this writing, I have two paid jobs.  A single mom has to do what a single mom has to do. Yes, the government gets on my nerves.  The government, apparently, gives free lawyers to deadbeat dads.  Custodial moms have to pay lawyers to try to enforce court orders while deadbeats get free lawyers, housing, food and all sorts of goodies.  I'm now $10,000 in legal debt....thanks to the State of Colorado eating up the ex's lies.... last December, they claimed he was homeless and sued me to drop child support.  This year he refused to share his 2017 income tax information with me as per the court order.  If he were homeless all of last year and made no money as I was told,  I'm sure his tax statement would reflect that.  I know he filed.  He won't share the information.  I'm realizing we were all duped but that's another story for...

We Are Responsible for Our Own Safety.

Today I am thankful that I understand that we are responsible for our own safety.  I'm having a single-mommy money crunch moment and am scrambling to find $4,600   $5,100.  Long story short, I've been so lazy in the past 18 months, I've used the mechanic down the street for all of my car repairs.  He's only two blocks away so it's easy for me to drop the car off and walk down the street to pick it up.   Yes I'm stupid.  I should have caught on when the water pump kept going out every six months.  I'd take the car in, he'd do $500 worth of work and I'd pick my car only to have it die within a day.  The second day, it would need $1,300 worth of repairs.  I guess it takes three events for me to see a pattern. In January 2017, I had the car towed to the mechanic by my house.  The water pump went out.  Soon after the steering column needed repaired.  In May, the car was leaking coolant, I took it in and...

Documenting Weirdness (and edit)

Today I'm thankful that I can document strange things. This is something that previously happened quite a bit in front of my home but seemed to have stopped about six months to a year ago. This may not have been about my family or my ex. I'll document it here just in case. I will not post the individual's license plate number.  Rather I will highlight and underline the numbers and letters in the order they appear just in case I wind up deceased - or if this person had the wrong house and someone else winds up hurt. Around 6: 1 5 this evening, a tall Caucasian man (perhaps 6'2" - 6' 4 ") was banging on one of the living room windows. We have 4 windows on the lower level, he chose the one nearest where I was sitting.  The window was open and I had a fan running. He was thin and lanky.  He wore a white or light blue button up shirt with v ertical blue stripes and blue jeans.  He appeared in be in his early twenties. His hair was dark. ...