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Burning Times.

http://www.traditionalmusic.co.uk/folk-song-lyrics/Burning_Times.htm

   In order of replies, yes I do, in fact, have a pair of laser guided scissors (Solstice gift from my beloved son).  But no, I haven’t used them, because they are just a wee bit intimidating.  I will!  I promise.       Ohmygawd!  You actually remember that?  Wow, I would have bet you were going to be the kid who had no idea what I was talking about.  That is the link to the songs lyrics (go look at it), yes it was very disturbing, that was the point.  And the what-ever million dead, same song.  Not true about your fifth grade project, you DID display it, for the parents and the other fifth graders, we were just asked to set it aside when the younger kids toured through.  I believe you even did get extra points, for originality.  No one else put their sister’s Barbie on a chop stick stake and made little paper flames at her feet.

   Thanks Tracy and Kristin, yes that one is Emma’s, she designed it to be very symmetrical, which was a challenge for me.  I do like to invent things in my quilting, but that may just be because I have such trouble following directions (I can’t actually DO log cabins).  As soon as Daniel checks his e-mail and moves some files around we can all see Hanna’s version.  Kristin, I know of two who are living close enough to you for food sharing (and would be SO appreciative, since they hardly ever have enough money for groceries), and you will be meeting them soon, e-mailing you tonight about visit.  And yes, I do understand working on extra credit late into the evening hours (Em I’ll get to your comment in a second).  Like with Lynn, having no computer for herself because she gives her all for her children (child?), as we all do (or cats, whatever).  I always liked the name Luna too, and Isis is a great strong name.  Very powerful, all of them actually.  (Yes, we understood you.)

   My most dearest Empress, uh where do I start?  Hello!  POT!!!  As if your father and I did not stay up until all hours doing shit for you over the years.  True, never cooked for a grade, but that would have just been ridiculous as well as counter-productive.  I do recall, however, an entire bug report I WROTE for you!  And no, if you were in Nick’s Spanish class you would have been thrilled, because you could have eaten those wonderful cookies!  (We even helped you with crap in your German class, and none of us spoke German!)  Seriously, I can not WAIT to hear what your siblings have to say about this topic.  In regards to the song, as I said, it was all the same one.  The part your brother remembers about the dying was in the body of it, the verse was the chant part, and could be used alone (and was).

    Yes, my children had a very unusual up bringing, but I like to think it has helped them to be more interesting and well rounded adults.  (This really is my hope, because otherwise it would, sadly, look like I was a complete failure, and certifiable nut case besides.)

Full moon and empty hands.

   Our Mother Moon will be in her full glory at 7:11 a.m. (my time) tomorrow morning (Moon-day, how appropriate).  But it will look full tonight.  I am going in for a trim of the hideous non-hair at 3 o’clock.  Never had a full moon haircut before, wonder how that will turn out.  Also, I draw a card every Sunday, to see what the Powers of the Universe have planned for me in the upcoming week.  (I use a variety of decks, one of Doreen Virtue’s being my current obsession.)  Last week it was all about “Letting Go.”  Which is perfect for NEXT week after the full moon has come and gone, but in Magick you can kind of hedge your bets, and not be too strict, that’s why it’s called Magick and not WORK or RELIGION!  So, I have been practising letting things go, it’s a very difficult thing for me (as any one who has seen my surroundings can attest).  I hold on to EVERYthing!  (Sadly, even weight.)  But it’s a wonderful exercise for me to work on none the less.  Here’s my advice for all my Witchlings (and any one else who happens upon this place): practice letting stuff go – release your problems, issues, negativities, and general life-clutter to the Universe.  Allow who, or what-ever you believe in, take these burdens from you, and solve everything as it should be, as we all need it to be.  (Remember to say, at the end of this, “for the higher good of all” when you are done, it helps, really it does.)

8 Tracks, Gramaphones, and MP3 Players.

So I have this crappy ugly commission piece of work that I hate doing, but need the measly 40 bucks, and I need it yesterday.  I force myself to do it because I’d really rather be finishing a beautiful (albeit HUGE) cross stitch work of art for my first born genius, and right behind that is another beautiful (and also HUGE) cross stitch piece for my second born genius.  Wanna know what gets me through these tedious hours right now?  Music.  Old songs, new songs, really old songs, songs only maybe five years old; music I can sing along with.  I was sitting there, singing along, and realizing how much I am enjoying the technology of the day.  (I will not say “when I was young” but I am thinking it.)  The mere fact that I have nearly 400 songs at my disposal, in a plastic case the size of an Oreo cookie is stunning to me.  I am overwhelmed with the ease and convenience of it all.  Like here, I can write stuff, be silly, be pertinent, be abusive, be adoring of my children, be outraged at the idiocy of this broken country, be anything I want.  And someone will read it.  I could actually be making a difference, somewhere.  No I won’t say that kids today have it…..blah blah blah, but I will count myself fortunate to have offspring who have forced me into the modern times enough to benefit from the parts that are fun.  And hopefully, useful.  To me, as well as others.

Adult baby.

I feel as though I have been negligent, of late, in regaling you with the charm and uniqueness that is my youngest child.  She (like all the kids, if I am being truthful) was a great surprise and completely unplanned.  But we are so glad she made the effort.  As it turned out, medically speaking, she was all we were going to get, so we truly were fortunate that she found her way to us.  She is so different and so fabulous, and the most generous, loving kid ever.  She pulled off the greatest plan this winter.  After graduating from high school (which was quite a challenge for her), she went to Germany.  Upon returning, she dove into a volunteer position at the local humane society.  Her idea was that, if she was just there all the time, made herself invaluable, and everyone got to know her, they would eventually just hire her, because they couldn’t live without her.  It worked!  She is a real live employee.  She comes home covered in puppy poo, her phone is full of pictures of dogs that need homes, her days off are full of fundraising and pet awareness events, and the work itself is difficult, but she’s there, freezing rain, sideways snow, gale force winds, she shows up.  If you have read my work, you will notice a pattern in my offspring.  The WebMaster is studying to be a teacher, boy-child is a cop, like his dad, and now, following the theme, the baby is an animal rights advocate.  Have you noticed that no one in this family is big on money-making jobs?  But huge on making a difference?  Wow, if I could take credit for this, I would.  But they are their own people, and I am so amazingly proud of them all that it simply hurts.

Eeek. Batten down the hatches, hide the dog, cover the cat, secure the children.

Three times a year the planet Mercury appears to run backwards.  It’s called retrograde.  It is horrendous for those of us (me and my Gemini daughter) who are ruled by this insane orb.  Here is what you need to know:  it begins at noon:25 (on the West coast) the 28th of now, this month (just around the corner).  And it runs through 6:53 p.m. February 18th.  Do NOT start anything while this is happening.  Do NOT buy a: computer, phone, car, communicative device of any kind.  The only way to survive it is to be introspective.  Read an old book you already know the ending to, stay home, keep away from the phone, avoid the lawyer’s office.  For the sake of Buddah, protect yourself and the ones you love!