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Sunday Sundries.

           We have much to cover this evening JulieLanders.  A very busy day for Daniel and me.  There were recipes to try, dinner to make, and errands to run.  We were our usual ridiculous selves, all over town.

            First, an update on the Bat Tree.  There are now three to choose from.  And he’s got another almost done.  This is turning in to such a fun project.  I just need to make the tree more presentable, right now it’s still twigs resting horizontally across the mantle.  Not as aesthetically pleasing as I would like.  

           Right, I know you can only see two here.  But trust me, there are really three.  I just can’t get them all in a decorative arrangement with the sticks being so Willie Nelson and un-tree-like.

          We saw some foreign license plates while we were erranding:  Minnesota, Arizona, Nevada, and Colorado.  Not the best round-up but certainly not the worst lately.  We also observed some very festively dressed folks too.  As I said, we make our own fun, but the residents here in River City help us out just by being themselves.

          We watched another new episode of Alton Brown this weekend, but we were not thrilled with what he did to lasagna.  So we created a baked dish that was more to our liking.  Very cheesey, with noodles and some Italian sausage we had in the freezer.  Turned out great.  Sadly, we cannot say the same for the other task I demanded of my kitchen slave requested nicely of my husband.

           These are the lemon yogurt muffins that Kris shared recently.  Ours didn’t quite, uh … muff all that well.  Thank you, to our adopted daughter from Oz, for converting all of the measurements.  Unfortunately Daniel didn’t notice that the oven setting was still in Celsius, so he sort of started out the baking on way-too-low.  Once he figured it out, he adjusted.  But by then all the lift had gone away.   Did not make them any less delicious, just a wee bit more dense.  (Which equals better, as far as I’m concerned, all those light fluffy foods are just too airy for my tastes.)

                    This is the April page on my out houses calendar.   

             Pretty cute huh?  I am so enjoying these this year.  The waterfalls one hasn’t been as entertaining, but then, we still have eight more months, so I’m hopeful.

            Yesterday I saw that Dan Savage gave an update on how the new book version for the It Gets Better Project had hit the New York Times bestseller list.  I was SO happy!  The link is still current   <—— over there.  The new plan they are working on is to get a copy in every school library across the country (and internationally as well).  I think this whole thing is just fantastic.  Support it if you can, and make sure you’ve signed their on-line statement.  The more noise we create around this topic the more kids we can help.

            Our card today is from that unusual deck called The Celtic Shaman’s Pack, and we’ve drawn one from The Totem Beasts category.  The message is a very welcome one.  (Now, I have to go upstairs and clean up the aftermath of my Beloved’s kitchen enterprises.)

“The Cow  ~  Plenty.

The head of a white cow with great upsweeping horns looks out from the card.

The cow was a symbol of richness and plenty among the Celts and wealth was judged by the number of cattle one possessed.  There is also evidence of the healing properties of cow’s milk, making this totem an important source of well-being.

There are more than a hundred words relating to the cow in Gaelic – an indication of the importance of these animals in the Celtic world.  Wealth was judged in cows and many well-known stories are concerned with the theft of famous cattle, which invariably gave rise to the fighting for possession of the animals.

Both cows and bulls represented plenty to the Celts and it is not surprising to find accounts of the sacred origin of such beasts.  In Ireland three wonderous cows arose from the sea.  A whole collection of lore concerns the Crodh Shith, or faery cows.  These were believed to live beneath the oceans.  Like horses  and dogs of the Otherworld they were often white or speckled, with red ears and frequently seem to have been hornless.

The cow was also inextricably linked with the Goddess Bride or Brighid (later St Bridget).  In many depictions she is shown in the task of milking.  This may well have something to do with the Goddess’s connection with healing.  Cow’s milk, especially that of the white cows, was said to possess healing properties.  In one ancient story about a battle between the Britons and the Irish, in which the latter were losing many men from the effect of poisoned arrows, a famous Pictish druid named Trosdane told the Irish to fill a pool with the milk of 150 white cows.  The wounded men then bathed in the milk and were cured.

Journey:  Travel to a cow byre where stands a great white Cow of wondrous proportions.  Take up the silver pail, in which there is milk from this sacred animal.  Drink the foaming draught, having first poured an offering to Brighid.  Feeling tired after your travel and drink, lie down in the straw and sleep beside the Cow.  Dream an augury* of Brighid and on waking promise to build a fire to her in your own hearth (or garden, or quiet mental place) and to keep her flame bright in your heart.”

*Augury: an omen or precognitive vision of what is to come. 

Late night update:  the team that lost yesterday won today, so things are better (than they were last night at this time) in DanLand.

Even later:  I tweeted about this, but I’d like to toss out the additional reminder that there is a poll up, here.  Go now and give your opinion (open-minded, kind-hearted, and generous individuals only please, which of course means all who reside in or visit JulieLand), also Fokker has totally been on a biscuit since she got back from the Hinterlands of Outer Where-ever the hell she went.  Be sure you are checking in with her daily.

Reading and Doing, plus Power Retrieval.

     I know that my children believe I am more insane now than ever before.  But, I don’t care.  Everyone is entitled to their opinion.  To me, it feels as though I am learning more than ever before, and connecting more than I ever dreamed possible.  London, Georgia, BC, Australia, New Hampshire, Texas, Calgary, NYC, the list seems endless now.  Yesterday Kris put up a new Cake Day post, which means I had to fly right over there and see it.  What I also saw was a comment from a beautiful young mother in Italy.  She recently started a food blog, in English.  We are now linked to her because I reached across the vast miles via the interwebs and asked her if I could share the joy, and food.  She agreed. 

       For a really long time I bought quilting magazines, hoping it would help me to be a better quilter.  They really didn’t make much difference in my skills, but I enjoyed them.  I do this with food too.  I read recipes and practically drool over the impossibly glamorous photos, but my cooking is no better than before (in fact, now that Daniel and I inhabit our empty nest, it has gotten much worse).   My intentions are good though!

      In Human Rights news, Dan Savage wrote yesterday about a new project that I think JulieLanders can totally get on board with.  It’s called Write Your Principal and it was started by a woman named Jacquie Shine, who lives in San Francisco, with her “wife, our dog, a lesbian-riffic number of cats, 3 bicycles, and a million books.”  Sounds like our kinda people doesn’t she?!

         My good friend Cherie told me about a sort of holiday bazaar thingie that was being held at the fairgrounds this weekend.  I corralled Empress and Jade to join me.  Message to my First Born Child:  thank you, more than you know, for your generosity and patience.  Emmy, thanks to you as well, but ya know, maybe a teensy bit less.  Because you haven’t given me back my belt!         Don’t they look happy and excited?!   And see all the treasures we found?  Thank you both so much for today!   Really!                   

              And Han, I am still curious about this new eye doctor of yours?  Kurt Russel?  Seriously?    

     In our travels around the card altar, we have landed back amidst Doreen’s Archangels.     “Take Back Your Power!

Archangel Raziel:  Use your God-given power and intention to manifest blessings in your life.

You are a luminary, a sage, a wise one, a high priestess/high priest, a wizard, and a supreme manifestor.  Now is the time to summon up your spiritual strength and power and put your authority into action.  Lovingly and firmly transform your intentions into reality.  Say prayers/meditate about your intentions, and ask for guidance and signs to shape your manifestations to the highest possible level, and for the highest possible good.”

Boys and Girls and Children of All Ages.

      No, I have not suddenly turned completely around and taken up with the circus.  I have simply stolen borrowed part of this title from Lora.   Instead I am going to talk a little bit about how, because I was the first-born child to a baby-of-the-family mother, that made me into the Mom To All I Encounter.

      When the witchlings started school I was a volunteer (the kind who came in after lunch), and I got to know a ton of very cool young people.  When they moved on to Middle School age I met some more.  One of my tasks was a thing I called Teen Aged Time Out.  It was really a sort of study hall session slash detention.  In that class room I met a fine variety of misfits, so much like my own wee self elf.  As my kids gathered friends I got to know most of them.  Some better than others.  (An example would be Whitney who often comments here, not to be confused with Fictional Friend Whitney, who we have now heard from and so should no longer be considered Fictional.)  I was the Late Night Ride Mom (duh).  As such, I hauled a vast assortment of teenagers around in the Wee Walnut.  (Remember the back seat fire incident?  Well who do you think the back seat had been filled with, if not teenagers?)

      They have all grown up, and some have grown away (as in distance, not as in, no longer close to our hearts).  One such Daughter By Association is in Korea right now, and yesterday I found out that she has a Tumblr blog.  Her name is Melissa, and I still adore this young woman as if she were my own.

       Last night was our staff meeting.  For the Job.  It went well.  Mostly.  (I am the world’s most ridiculous boss, seriously.)  Patty left before we could get her picture, and Em was running the camera, so here is a shot of me and Cleo.     (Holy crap I look way too much like my own mother in this one.  Eeek.)       She is a fabulous friend, our Cleo, who started out with just Emma, but has pretty much been adopted by the entire tribe now.  Isn’t she gorgeous?  All my girls are.  And then there are the boys.          When I first me Josh (he’s the one wearing the maroon hood) he was my pool instructor.  We clicked immediately.  He was like the son I should have had.  (And yes, my actual son-by-birth sort of agrees with us on this one, he’s met Joshy and he knows why we say this.)  I’ve been feeding him ever since.  Matt (the one next to Samantha, with the long-sleeved grey sweatshirt on) is now my all-time pool instructor (Josh quit, moved on to other gigs).  He and I weren’t as close at first, but now that we see each other three days a week (and some times it is JUST he and I, three days a week) we have really connected.  He can take my bullshit and fling it right back as quickly as any kid I’ve grown to love.  Chris (in grey short sleeves) I have only just met.  But he’s a friend of Matt’s, so I am pretty sure he’ll be adopted any day now.  Samantha lives with Matt, so obviously I will adore her too.

  (None of them were very excited when I told them that reading this blog daily was going to be a job requirement.   I may have to institute pop quizzes or something to keep them all on task.)

       Over at Dan Savage these days things just keep looking up.  The It Gets Better Project  now has its own website, selling T-shirts as a fund-raiser.  I have ordered mine.  (But I will never tell you what you should do, so vote with your dollar, and obviously do whatever you think is best.)  I can’t tell you how happy this makes me that Dan and Terry have finally made national news, and that this worthwhile idea of theirs has really taken off.  It just fills me with hope every time I think about it (and every time I wear my new shirt, as soon as it arrives).

       I saw three separate young women today all wearing super fun tights.  Two North Dakota plates, one had a Vermont sticker on the trunk lid.  Mixed home town messages anyone?  Yesterday I saw one from Maryland.

    Our card today is from Doreen’s Archangel Oracle Deck.         Before I get on to giving you what the book says about this one, I want to steal  borrow from someone else.  I added Aunt BeaN’s Third Blog the other day, and I’ve just finished reading her archives (yes, in order, of course).  She is a highly spiritual woman (not to mention a really smart one), and she talks about What I Think Of As God, which I believe is a pretty cool way of putting it.  So I’m going to use it too.   I tend to struggle with that term, the one with the Capital G, so this is quite refreshing, and really rings true for me.   (Thank you BN.)

    “Gifts from God  ~  Archangel Sandalphon: We angels bring you gifts from your Creator.  Open your arms to receive.

   Heaven is expansive and ever-increasing.  One of the ways in which Heaven expands is through giving and sending love continuously.  This love is sent your way in many forms, and your only task is to be willing to receive.  Right now, the answers to your prayers await your willing receptivity.  Open your arms to these gifts.  Your Creator wills that you be happy, healthy, secure, and that all of your needs will be provided.  Release any fears of receiving, they do not apply to this joyous life you are/can be living.”

Unconventional Foundation of Establishment

  Yesterday when Dan and my parents went North to J.D.’s graduation, I had set out my little camera on the kitchen table with a Post It note, so there would be photos to share.  My plan worked perfectly, we DID have pictures yesterday.  Although, in the ridiculous marriage I inhabit, this was the first shot I saw, upon its return.  

 

    I’m actually having some difficulty concentrating on tonight’s post, and here’s why, no it’s not just that shirt.        He’s texting with Fictional Friend Whitney, and watching a ball game with his dad.  I don’t multi-task well (at all) and they keep talking.

   Where was I?  Oh right, so you know I am (eventually) going to write up the story of me, or I Was Born A Lower-Middle Class Beige Child.  I’m thinking there should be something about “I laughed, I cried, I cheered” on the cover too.  There will be teary parts, I did lose my baby sister to cancer (hey, make sure you’ve read Han’s post about this) but there will be happy parts too.  Like how I have three amazing Sisters-By-Marriage.  Dan’s sisters have been a loving part of my existence since the minute the entire family welcomed me into their lives.

   My brother’s wife, well the Sainted Teresa has been with us since they started dating in the 8th grade.  This girl would put Wonder Woman to shame.  She constantly has like 19 jobs at a time, her own kids at home plus bonus and fosters on hand, she’s like an orphan magnet.  And it’s because she is amazing.  She is smart and gorgeous and hysterically down to earth.  Last night I sent her a quick e-mail, just to up-date her on the impending festivities, fully expecting them to have plans or to be working or any number of other very important engagements (they really are that busy), and to let her know it wasn’t a big deal if they couldn’t come by.  This is what I got in return, “…we are all coming to the shindig…. I read your blog every morning like it’s the news… you drove your car to our house that day it caught fire and we witnessed the burned seat.”   I laughed so hard when I read this.  It never dawns on me that so many of you are checking in and remembering some of these adventures along with me.

   I just wanted to say, Barb, Mick, and T… I adore all three of you more than you know.  And thanks for being here, and for putting up with me for all these years.  If any of our JulieLanders ever wonder about my stories, or tales of the absurd, you can verify my validity.  I truthfully am like this in real life!  And my beloved Sisters-In-Law can say “yep, she is.”

 

When I was warming up the little squirrels that live inside my desk top dinosaur of a computer today I noticed that the It Gets Better project of Dan Savage’s had made the opening page of WordPress announcements.  Again, very good news, the more press this gets the happier I’ll be.

I don’t know if you all can check the tweets these days, there’s a new feature that makes my Stitchin’ Witch photo move, and give some kind of background/bio thing.  This will also be fixed when we do our update next week.  Not sure how it will affect your subscriptions, if you have clicked on that option down at the bottom.  (If not, don’t miss a single day of my worldly wisdom.  [LOL, or talking out my ass, whatever.]  Be sure to put a check mark in the box and you get these sent automatically.  At least, that’ s how it’s supposed to work, let me know if it doesn’t.)

    We have come to my working deck once more in our travels around the card altar.   This one is not a favorite of mine, for many reasons, all of which will be blatantly clear when he see and read about it.     

The Hierophant 

   This is the 5th card in the journey of the major arcana, and it deals with structure, tradition, and ritual.   It has to do with learning things within the confines of society and being able to adapt to changes (ah ha ha, like I can do this without effort).  The warning is that we need to not get caught up in the way things are, but allow ourselves to be flexible.  This can also be a message in regards to timidity, staying in a safe zone because it is easy, the simple path that others expect you to follow, when really the best way to learn is to step out of the those restrictive norms and blaze our own trail, taking all the risks this implies.

   We all learn at our own pace, but we cannot learn at all if we think we already have all the answers.  We won’t have that until it is time for us to go Home, so while we are here, be the student, but be that student with an inquisitive mind open to all possibilities,   then share what you are learning and become the teacher, freely giving as you have been given.

A Combo Plate Today.

First of all, thank you all very much for your healing vibes and good wishes.  My odd back/shoulder thing began to improve as the night wore on, and today it was remarkably better.  For those wondering, my invention of The Trifecta of Pain Relief is: Advil, Tylenol, Aleve.  Only, I go with the store brand/generic versions, and when I give it to Daniel (or Em or who ever) I start them off with one each.  In severe cases I up it to two each (like last night), with a kicker: vicodin (half a tablet).  Fortunately I now have a reliable source of replenishment for my vicodin (thank you Karen). 

   See, I got a prescription for it when I was thrown ass-over-teakettle into menopause early a couple of years ago.  As my beloved friend Heather said, they don’t warn you that leaving this part of your woman-hood is just the horrid and evil twin of puberty (because ya know, that’s so freaking pleasant).  But when I went to re-new these miracle pills the nurse practitioner specialist she’d referred me to wouldn’t do it.  (This woman hates me, just so you are clear on the background, she is an idiot, she knows a lot about her chosen field but I confuse her on a regular basis.) 

   End result, Dan performed a Hands On healing, I took my Trifecta with The Bonus, and then an Alka-Seltzer (for good measure), rested on the warm waterbed, and once we both got past the ”no it’s not a heart attack, just stop over-reacting” things began to improve.  Between 2 and 3 a.m. I dosed my wee self elf again, still some discomfort, but definitely no more pain.  The pool felt great today even though I am aware of every single one of those muscles in my back.  Now, let’s hope for perfect heath and move along, shall we?  (Side note here, I was trying to figure out the symbology behind this particular incident, and it appears as though the “being aware” of my support system [or in this case, my back] was the main point.)

Foreign license plates seen around today: Minnesota, Iowa, Idaho, Arizona, Missouri, and Utah.

I would also like to extend a personal hello to Andrea, my other favorite Rainbow Snowcone Head.  We miss you at the pool and hope that your studies are going well.

    I had promised, way back in the ink telling period, to show you those Mystery Trees.  Last week I had an opportuinty to take a picture of them.      They are the ones lined up in a neat little row in the center of this shot, on the left side of that road.  See how they kind of point up?    And here’s a re-run of an older picture, so you can compare.

 

   We had a neighborhood project completed yesterday.  The guy next door (you know the one) decided to make an update he’s wanted to have for about 40 years, but the guy across the street wouldn’t do it.  Well that guy went Home a few years ago, and the family sold the house (to the most boring trio we have ever lived near).  This guy doesn’t seem to have a job, so he was all over the idea of contributing his time and energy.  These two guys, plus one more (he lives next to the Boring Family, and has a Screaming Child, also I think he’s the one with the bird I mentioned at the beginning of the summer), all wanted shit to match and be super tidy.  Ha, you know how I feel about individuality!  Well, can you guess which one of these is ours?     Why yes, that would be the old, crappy one.  THEY can be as sheep-like as they please, but I won’t be climbin’ into that category any time soon.

 

Our card today is another of those dated looking Holly Hobby fairies, but the message is good, almost as helpful as yesterday’s wonderful Buffalo.   (I think she’s supposed to be an illustrated version of Doreen, like that one a while back was similar to how Colette looks.  I’m personally glancing past the dated-ness of it and going with the words.  I do love the sound of harp music though, so that redeems this one for me.) 

   “Make Music

Express yourself with music.  The fairies urge you to sing, play a musical instrument, tap your fingers, or crank up the stereo.

   Music lifts the soul to new heights.  It alters your mood and your outlook.  The fairies play music at their celebrations because they know its therapeutic value.  By drawing this card, you are guided to surround yourself with music.  Any type of music that will stir your soul is appropriate.  The fairies are especially fond of joyful, fast-paced music, because it stimulates a festive mood.

  Notice how your mood and energy level elevates when you surround yourself with music.  Make note of any songs that you repeatedly hear.  The lyrics, or the memories, evoked by this could contain a message for you that will answer a particular question you may be struggling with.

   Listen, play, surround yourself with music and allow those messages through.  Let that healing begin from the notes and tunes you welcome into your life right now.

Affirmation: Deep within my soul, I now accept and experience the healing power of music.”

Late night update: Dan Savage’s It Gets Better Project got a mention in the new People magazine.  I saw it today at the store!  This is AWESOME!