Here's a fun little test.

http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3

Let me know what you are.

I am The Wild Rose
Here's my analysis:
http://www.okcupid.com/personality?type=RBLD&g=2&o=1&h=160

Deb, maybe you and Casey could both take it. And Shelli and Kevin too. Let me know. It was pretty accurate for me. And Royce. You can't put too much into these things, but they are fun and I think they can be learned from. Its fun to do together.

I jogged today. Not far, but I did it. I was hurting inside, and my knee felt it, but I did it.

I slept like all day. Like 24 hours. I was sick yesterday, IBS, and took some phenergan. It helped my tummy, but put me out for like 24 hours. I can still feel it. But went jogging anyhow.

Trailady, the fact that you can do Pilates, much less teach it, makes me bow and chant "I'm not worthy" (think Wayne's World). Pilates is kickass. If you can do that, you must be in incredible shape. You have my respect.

Still letting go. Apparently for me its a long process. Maybe its just hard when it involves some one you really care about. Breathe in, breathe out.

Deb, have fun on your trip to the White Tanks. Breads and cheeses are great. You need some decent wine. Sounds like alot of fun. Are you taking Rafiqe? The weather is so nice now, you should have a great time.

Nikki - still gonna send you a little box. Please be ok. I know you aren't though. Keep blogging. Its is very therapeutic. I've been thinking about paying you a visit. I'm going to email you tonight.

Roycie - love you.

Tonight seems like a good night for a little porn. Something with Tera Patrick in it. Roycie's favorite. My good week is starting can you tell? A little porn, a little wine, a little lovin. Maybe some candles. Its all good.

Peace and good things to everyone.

I said that I was resting. Resting in my spiritual journey. I needed to just rest, not inquire, not quest, just stop and be quiet and rest. Resting is a funny thing though. When we sleep at night it gives us a chance to grow. By resting I am growing. Maybe there is a lesson there. It makes me think of winter rye grass. It grows at night. When the whole world is sleeping. When the world is sleeping the beautiful green winter rye grass is growing.

I think I do things ass-backwards. On my days off, I usually get up, see everything I need to do around the house, the dishes, the laundry, lots and lots of stuff. So I make a mental list of things to do. Yoga, reading, exercise, my relationships, they are all subject to fitting in. And I actually believe I can fit everything in. And then they never happen.

Change is very hard. I have to reprogram myself. The laundry and housework will always be there. I need to start everyday nurturing my soul. Feeding my inside. Today I did that. I walked past the dishes (ok, I did turn the washer and dryer on first - give me time), and decided to read. Just a little. I need to start my day off, everyday, with my head and heart in the right place. In the right direction. It will in turn decide the quality of my day. Of my week. Of my year. Of my life. I must remember this. I must walk past the dishes everyday.

It reminds me of when I practiced the piano. I would be practicing a piece, and unknowingly practice it the wrong way. Learn the wrong fingering. When I was corrected and had to go back and relearn it the right way, that was the hardest thing to do. It is so hard to relearn something that you have learned wrong the first time.

I must reprogram myself.

I am keeping in my mind the picture of the starving child and the vulture. (For reference, http://www.deviantart.com/view/154583/,
I wrote about it on March 27). It so clearly puts things in perspective for me.

I have a book, "Meditations from the Mat. Daily reflections on the path of yoga", by Rolf Gates and Katrina Kenison. I have it for over a year. Its a daily devotional. Its a shame that I haven't stayed faithful in reading it.

The yamas, the niyamas, the asana, and the pranayama. Four of the eight yoga sutras. From the book, "These four practices refresh the body, refine the mind, and bring peace to the heart, allowing us to meet the pressures of life with equanimity."

From the book,
"A spiritual practice is one that brings us full circle, not to a new self but, rather, back to the essence of our true selves. Yoga is the practice of celebrating what is. At the end of the hero's journey, he finds that he did not need to go anywhere, that all he sought was inside him all along. Dorothy having traveled across time and space to the land of Oz, and having struggled desperately to find her way back to Kansas, discovers that she could have gone home at any time. In the end, she learns that her adventures have simply brought her to the point where she can believe this. It is the aim of all spiritual seeking to bring us home, home to the understanding that we already have everything we need."

I am not anywhere near being in shape enough to do yoga. Nor am I able to clear my mind in order to meditate. But I need these things. I will practice, and in time learn these things that I need so desperately.

I will make time today.

I not only have spiritual things to overcome, but I have physical. I don't talk about it alot here. Its more something that has just become part of my life. I think I have fibroids and I think I have a prolapsed uterus. I have alot of internal, uterine pain whenever I ovulate and my periods are hell. I don't know if its from tying my tubes, or just having too many babies, or perimenapause, or whatever, but it really affects my quality of life. I hurt almost everyday, and I think I lose too much blood. Something is not right. I also hurt my knee in a car accident about 5 years ago. Karl probably remembers, I was actually on my way to see him to talk. I was having a very hard time with stuff. I was very lucky. My knee was the only thing I hurt. I should have been killed. And it hasn't bothered me really up until recently. I never had it looked at, and I guess I am paying for that now.

I will not let these things win. My uterus or my knee. I've quit jogging, partially because of these things. I am going to jog. I love it, it makes me feel so good. I am going to start again - today. Pain or no pain. Time or no time. I will do it.

I've found a tea. It is called female toner. It is made by Traditional Medicinals, website is below:
http://www.traditionalmedicinals.com/?id=30&pid=12

Female Toner®Ingredients:
Organic raspberry leaf 165 mg, licorice root 150 mg, strawberry leaf 105 mg, organic nettle herb 60 mg, angelica root 15 mg, organic blessed thistle herb 15 mg, cramp bark 15 mg. Proprietary blend: organic spearmint leaf, organic rose hip, organic lemon verbena leaf, organic West Indian lemongrass leaf, organic ginger rhizome, organic chamomile flower.

So any of you with any female problems, try my tea. You can get it at a health food store, I got it at the co-op. I also have a PMS tea and Organic Chamomile with lavendar tea which is for upset stomach, I have irritable bowel also. All of these herbs are wonderful for our bodies. And very tasty.

I'm drinking my tea.

I'm thinking about Michelle at work who lost her 13 year old daughter on Sunday. The funeral is Saturday. My Cheyenne's birthday is Saturday April 1st also. She will be 2. Birthday's are sacred in our house, mom never works. But I'm going to work Saturday morning so some of the people that are much closer to Michelle can go to the funeral. I feel I can support her better by allowing her close friends to go rather than attending myself. And I have my daughter. I can hug my Cheyanna. My Shi Shi. Working for someone is the least I can do. Then go home and hug my Shi Shi. And blow out candles and eat cake. I wonder what her daughter's 2nd birthday was like?

I am letting go of something. What happened with Karl. I am letting go. Forgiving. Forgiving myself and others. I am releasing all my bad feelings, and letting go of all the anger. Life is too short. Thank you Deb and Royce for helping me see how important it is to do this.

An orange candle burns today for strength, self-empowerment, and emotional purging.

A white candle burns today for clarity, insight, and angelic clairvoyance.

Nikki, I'm thinking about you. Its really more than thinking. I'm praying for you - I know its weird to hear me say that, but I do still pray. Not sure who I'm praying to, but I know there is a Power out there. I feel it, I sense it, and I believe in it. So I pray to it. I am more than thinking about you. Its more like a mental embrace. I hope you can feel me. I know you are tired. I would be really sad if you were not here though. I need you. And I'm so sorry I wasn't online last night. I would love to have talked. I was curled up in bed watching Tomb Raider. I'm really glad Jonathon came to help you. I'm sorry you are so lost right now. I wish I could hug you, feel you, touch you, cry with you. I wish we could go out. Get respectably drunk and be crazy. You are not alone. I hope you can feel that.

As for the job, if it is causing you so much hell, maybe you should change jobs. I know people get stuck in jobs, think they can't leave for various reasons, but it still is just a job. And there are a million more out there. Don't feel like there are no options. And money is relative. I know its important, but its not most important. Take a break. Do something else.
Its not worth your sanity and happiness.

Heather, I'm totally going to learn about crystals. I left Tyler stay at home today. He hasn't been feeling well or getting enough sleep. One of my co-workers at work, Michelle (I don't think you know her, station 22) lost her daughter on Sunday. Last week was her 13th birthday, they were driving home from California, had a horrible car accident, Kayla was hurt very bad, and she died on Sunday morning. All so fast. I kind of just want to spend some time with Tyler today because of that. Life can be so fragile. And death so fast. And so I think I will take him to that bookstore with me. I'm going to learn about crystals and take your advice and buy some. And you know what? I don't have one houseplant. I'm going to get some of those too. I usually end up killing them. I will take better care of them this time. Crystals and plants - this paycheck. This Friday.

And Heather, you are right about anger. I need to let go. I need to surround myself inside and outside with peace. I'm so glad that you come here and read my blog. Your comments mean alot. You need to get a blog soon.
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Nikki, I have a spell for you. Its from my spell book. It is a spell for New Beginnings. Do this and you will feel better:

Drink a cup of hot honeyed cinnamon tea that you stirred counterclockwise with a cinnamon stick.

Sprinkle the powdered version of this charismatic spice on the threshold of your front door and along your entry path.

When the cinnamon powder is crushed underfoot, its regenerative powers will help you start a fresh chapter in your life.
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I'm going to send you something too. A little box. With general feeling-good stuff, and all the ingredients and instructions for a specific spell. Another one for new beginnings. Its a little more complicated than the last one. Give me about a week, I will send it. (Email me your address to make sure I have the right one.)

Try my spell. Tell me if it works.

You all should see my kitchen table. I've made it my little place. Its in the corner of the kitchen by the window where I can see my garden from. I have an altar - a wooden chest of little drawers that Susie gave me a long time ago. I have my candles, matches, incense, tea, and my tarot cards in it. On top I have my candle holders, incense holder, my little glass containers that I will put all my essential oils in when I get them, my vials will go there too, and I also have all my books up there - my chinese books, the Kama Sutra, a healing massage book, my yoga meditation book, my spell books and my Tori Amos book from Nikki. I struggle to make time for all of these things, but it is a start. On the table I also have my parakeets, cat food that I feed Teresa's cats with ( hate her but love her cats and feel really sorry for them), and an old tv that doesn't work that I have pictures taped on to. I'm going to replace that with a fish tank. I love fish. Always have. Its just a little 10 gallon tank, but it will be nice there. I have made it my little space for life, spells, sensuality, and everthing that goes with it. It is my little spiritual space. I can see my garden from there, and it is right next to the oven and I can do my cooking right there. Its all very therapeutic. I love it.

Going to light some candles.

A red candle - for relationship, self-love and harmony, and compassion. Today mainly for the harmony.

A pink candle - for balance, purity, and innocence. Today mainly for balance.

And a blue candle for Nikki - for vision, direction, questing, and inner guidance.

Today it is rainy and cloudy and cold here. Going to light the candles, burn some incense, work on my massive pile of laundry, and listen to Enya. "A day without rain" cd. And boil some water with cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves. Just to make the house smell good.

Thinking of you Nikki. Will think good thoughts and remember good things today.

Life is funny.

I wrote my last post. A few hours later I decided to check my email.

My friend Sam sent me an email with this picture. And I've also added what was written with it.

Life is funny. Sometimes life is forced into perspective by the simple. Recently I told Deb that life is too short to let stupid people upset you. I should take my own advice. We get so caught up in the toxic things in daily life. The stupid things, how we feel, how we think the world should be. The small things that we think are so big. Our stupid petty problems. And the energy that is wasted on them.

And then I see this.

http://www.deviantart.com/view/154583/

The photo in the picture is the "pulitzer prize" winning photo taken in 1994 during the Sudan Famine. The picture depicts a famine stricken child crawling towards a Unitied Nations food camp, located a kilometer away.

The vulture is waiting for the child to die so that it can eat it. This picture shocked the whole world. Now one knows what happened to the child, including the photographer Kevin Carter who left the place as soon as the photograph was taken.

Three months later he committed suicide due to depression.

This was found in his diary ,

"Dear God, I promise I will never waste my food no matter how bad it can taste and how full I may be. I pray that He will protect this little boy, guide and deliver him away from his misery. I pray that we will be more sensitive towards the world around us and not be blinded by our own selfish nature and interests. I hope this picture will always serve as a reminder to us that how fortunate we are and that we must never ever take things for granted. "

I'm still angry.

But my perspective is changing. Drastically.

How could it not?

Royce, tonight I am resting in my spiritual journey. I want to rest with you.
If I rest enough maybe I will be strong enough to fly.

These blogs are a beautiful thing aren't they? And cyberspace is such an open, free, public, wonderful thing too, isn't it? When someone has to "approve" my comments, or save my two cents worth (that they kind of asked for in the first place by being so public) until they can read it and decide if it is appropriate or not, when this happens, I can just go to my own little space, can't I? My own litte chunck of cyberspace where no one has to "approve" of what I have to say. It is a beautiful thing.

I've been thinking. This whole atheistic, pagan, anti-christian, loss of belief system/loss of God transformation that I have been going through - lots of things have got me here. Some things had more pull than others. I'm actually writing this today for someone specific, someone who I know is reading this right now, who I know reads every one of my posts.

Alot of people have been trying to "save" me. Some kindly, others just annoyingly. People, friends, send me emails. Don't lose faith. Don't look to others. Look to Jesus, he is the truth.

I guess I'm kind of angry. Awhile back, I did something. This something wasn't right. In my mind at the time, it was ok though. I justified it. Since then, I have felt remorse for it and apologized to the person I wronged. Well - one of them. If I apologized to the other one, well, that would cause more wrong than I caused the first time. Because that other person doesn't know anything about it. I figured I had done enough wrong. So I honestly apologized from the heart to my friend and left it at that.

But you know, this is someone who claims to be a Christian. Whenever we speak, Jesus is the center of all conversation coming from him. I'm being prayed for. Jesus is still there. God still loves me. Jesus is the only one who can bring peace. Salvation is worth more than anything on this earth. We can't even have a conversation or a friendship without him completely obsessing about Jesus.

How can you keep talking about the love of Jesus when he apparently isn't important enough to you for you to make things right? For you to come clean and apologize? How do you sleep at night?

You know, to read about your close, loving, honest, Christ-centered relationship online kinda makes me sick. I read and read her blog and just shake my head. And smile. Its really hard to stay quiet in the comments section while she publicly spews about her god and faithful husband.

Yeah, I guess this is one of those things that got me here.

Blatant dishonesty vs. "Thou shalt not bear false witness."

You telling me you can't be my friend anymore because of my "lifestyle." Because of my sin. Then you do what you did. And are too chicken to even come clean. Thats how important Jesus is to you.

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Royce asked me what I am trying to accomplish. And so I think. What am I trying to accomplish?

I guess for one I'm explaining to all y'all Bible beaters why I don't believe it anymore and what got me here.

I'm trying to let someone know its not right to judge me and take away your friendship when you aren't even honest.

And most of all, I'm asking you to never EVER mention Jesus again to me if you haven't made things right. If you haven't done what you judged me about.

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If Jesus were here right now he wouldn't tell me he couldn't talk to me anymore. He wouldn't leave me. He would hug me and tell me to go and sin no more.

And as for you, he would be writing your name in the sand.

(It sucks when the pagan girl knows her bible as well as you, doesn't it?)

I know you think it will go away Karl, if you just ignore it. I'm not going away. If you want to talk, you know where to find me.

Is Jesus bringing you peace now?

So I've decided to get myself out of the financial hell that we are in. I'm just going to work alot. With a few other strategies. I'm tired of things the way they are. I may not be able to write as much on here. But I will try to stay connected.

Just finished day three of work. Plan on doing three more in a row - if not more. Overtime is killer. The Almighty dollar you know.

Worked med/surg on Monday. I got to work with Heather, and Gilbert, and Veneta. Which was very cool. Heather and I even got to go out for a smoke break together. And Gilbert just keeps the day interesting. Veneta is going to help me with my finances. She is very smart. I told her she needs to be my financial mommy. Heather is just my kindred spirit. Sisters.

Worked labor and delivery the last two days. Horrendous things have happened there recently. Don't even want to write about them. Too many dead babies. Too many bad bad things. Very draining. But it is home, and I hope I am there tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow I will get to help someone very special come into this world and it will be beautiful.

So I kiss my own babies tonight. Right now I don't care if they cry, or misbehave, or crawl all over my tired body. And I think about how lucky I am to have been safe when I brought them into the world. I could be her. She could be me. Evil and death do not discriminate. I kiss my babies and my husband and love them. And thats all that matters.

Just gotta say, my Roycie can make a mean apple cider. I'm enjoying it right now. Tasty beverage. Yes it is.

We went up north yesterday. You can read about it on Royce's blog http://www.royceman.blogspot.com/. It was a very nice day.


Royce and I have a song. Its not a song that we started with at the beginning of us. But later on. The first time I heard it was probably last fall. It is "Better Days" by the Googoo Dolls. Go to http://music.yahoo.com/ar-250811-videos--Goo-Goo-Dolls and click on Better Days under the topic of Music Videos to see and hear it. The very first time I heard it, it was like they were singing about us. It so describes how we are. How we are right now. Everytime I hear it I think of us. Of Royce and me. And how maybe things will be later in life. Hopefully sooner.

Yesterday was one of those days. Today was too.

Today I woke up, with Royce behind me, and my Ryan on my side (he always climbs into bed with us) to a huge, loud clap of thunder. If you have never lived in Phoenix you do not know how rare and delicious an explosion of thunder is. It means clouds and rain. I was goind to call into work at 5 am and add on for an extra day of work. We really need it financially. Shortly after the thunder Royce rolled over, shook me a little and said, "Baby, its 6:30." I said. " Yeah, I know." I heard the thunder and then it all went to hell. Not a chance I was calling in to add on for work.

This day has been wonderful. I got up. Opened the front door, and just stood there for a minute. It was cloudy and cold and raining. These days don't happen very often here. Sydney was awake and her and I went to the co-op. We bought food, good food, organic food, healthy food, to make a cassarole with. And a few extras. We drove around by Mill Avenue a little. Thats the neighborhood we strive to and dream about living in. And you will only understand that statement if you know me - and Royce. The houses are tiny, and eclectic, and wonderful. We will live there someday.

We came home. And I cooked. I put on music. Healing, spiritual, haunting music. Enya, Sarah McClaclan, Tori Amos, Fiona Apple, Dido, Natalie Merchant, Pink floyd, Johnny Cash's "Hurt", and Enigma.

The cassarole smells wonderful. Still in the oven. A little later in the day I worked out with Royce's guidance. Upper and lower body on our home gym.

After that I went to the piano. I don't play that much anymore. But I've decided to make a tape for my dad. My mom told me the other day that if I want to talk to my dad I better do it now, for soon he will not be able to talk at all. He can hear though. And he always loved music. I remember when he would be listening to the radio in the car, he would arrive at his destination and not be able to turn the key in the ignition to off until the song was over. We would sit in the driveway listening to the last few bars of the song - If it was a good song. He knew good songs. We often had alot of the same taste in music. He loves alot of the old classics. Of course, that music is from his time. I love them too. Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole, and now Harry Connick Jr, and Diana Krall. I love them. And he had a beautiful voice. We sang together a few times. On Friday nights, when the tv was off, and I was at the piano. Sang hymns. "Great is His Faithfulness" I think was his favorite. He used to sing in front of church with his brother. Now he sits, in some semi-conscious, semi-realistic, half comatose, hallucinogenic, paranoid, quiet, unable to communicate hell. He comes in and out. Sometimes I see glimpses of him. Tiny moments of the man he used to be. But he, for the most part is gone. Unlike with Mr. Brubaker who we could mourn for. His death was swift and unexpected. It was quick and mostly painless. Thankfully. He didn't get to say goodbye to anyone, but he didn't really suffer either. And we can mourn. We can mourn an actual death. My father still lives. He still breathes. His heart still beats. But he is gone. Maybe what I am doing is a kind of mourning. Who knows.

It really is the very saddest thing I have seen.

So I sat. And I played. I've picked out some of the songs he liked the most.
"The Summer Knows", "All the Way", "What Kind of Fool am I?", "Send in the Clowns", "Someone to Watch Over Me". There are alot of them. He used to love to hear me play. In fact, I remember him telling my mom he was sad when I moved my piano out of their house when I was an adult and into my own house. I still have it. Its in the garage. I'm going to make the tape and give it to him. I know he can still understand music. Sometimes its the only thing we can understand.

Sarah McClaclan's "Angel" always reminds me of him. It is me, singing it to him. All the words, really, totally fit.

So I played for awhile.

Had some wine, some apple cider. Warm apple cider on this cold windy day.

It's all good.

Royce got some firelogs. I think tonight, after the kids are in bed, we will sit by the fire. And just be. Just be, with each other.

And we will enjoy this day. One of our Better Days.

And you ask me what I want this year
And I try to make this kind and clear
Just the chance that maybe we'll find better days

Cause I don't need boxes wrapped in strings
And designer love and empty things
Just the chance that maybe we'll find better days

Just the chance that mabye we'll find better days.

Deb, of course I didn't mean I don't want to talk to you. I should rephrase my statement. I don't want anything to do with any chrisitan organized religion. When I think about it, most of my "sisters" are christian. I would eliminate almost everyone in my life if I eliminated chrisitians. I didn't mean that. I guess I meant I don't want it to be any part of my personal life. I love my friends no matter what they are or what they believe. I love talking to you.

Yeah, and Karl - still not buying it. Sorry, but it means nothing anymore.

Anyhow - HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY everyone !!!!!

Thought I would change a few things. Look ok?

I put a moon phase module on here. Its at the very bottom of the side column,after the last post, as a footer. (This blog thing is hard to learn how to do.)

I've had a few days off. Just cleaning house, spending time with the kids. And lots of thinking.

I bought a new yoga tape. This one is a beginner's tape. I haven't looked at it yet, or tried it. I'm going to try and practice it more often. My insides need it more than my outsides.

My garden is starting to be alive. Little plants are coming up everywhere. So far radishes, carrots, peas, and a very few tomatoes. I planted some flowers in the yard too. I haven't blessed my garden yet. The book I have says I should do that. Will have to do that.

A few days ago I went to a metaphysical book store. Its out on Scottsdale Road, I think just a little south of McDowell. It was wonderful inside. Everything you could ever want. It even had Christian stuff in it. I will have to go back. There are so many books I want to read. So many books, so little time. I am still working on "Memoirs of a Geisha." I read slow. Its a really good book though. Its so funny. Weird funny, not ha-ha. I so relate and am fascinated by all of the eastern cultures I learn about. Especially the Chinese, and now the Japanese after reading this book. Totally fascinates me. And the weird part is, I don't ever associate it with anything to do with Peggy. Is that weird? She is just so not a spiritual person that I guess the whole culture doesn't even remind me of her. Weird. But true.

I'm contemplating going to an equinox/rites of Spring festival. There is one tomorrow night, and one on Sunday. We'll see. Royce said he would go with me. He always so supports me in everything.

I wrote a post the other day. A long one. It seems sometimes there is so much negativity and unrest inside me. I'm currently trying to dispel all negativity from inside and outside me. Not to change who I am, but to surround myself with good things. Positive things and people. The post was dark, and sad, and very very angry. Even hurtful to a chosen few. I erased it later that night. I figured I wasn't in my right head. So I probably shouldn't post it unless I really was sure I meant all of it. There is alot of anger in my soul. Alot of turmoil. Turmoil and anger and conflict. Sometimes it just eats and eats away. The sense of peace I had in the bookstore the other day was phenomenal. Christianity hasn't brought me any peace. Maybe something else can.

I think the basis of the post, what I was really trying to say, is that to make sense of the turmoil inside I have to come up with a new definition of something. Atheism. I can not deny the god I feel, but I can no longer accept or have anything to do with the Chrisian god. Those are conflicting statements. So I have decided I am a christian atheist. Your god - all of you pathetic, self-righteous, arrogant Christians out there - is not my god. Your god does not exist. My god is something and somewhere. I just don't know what or who. I will pray and live the best way I know how. And it is not as a Christian. Want nothing to do with any of them. Ever again. I guess that would technically make me a pagan wouldn't it? One that has no "god" or religion.

We watched 2 episodes of Miami Ink tonight. Makes me want to get some more work done. Maybe the one with my kid's names next. We love that show. I'm going to pierce my tongue too. Maybe tomorrow. They say the male recipient of a pierced tongue is in ecstasy. We'll see. You'll have to ask Royce when and if.

Saw a "Flying Spaghetti Monster" bumper sticker yesterday. It still cracks me up. He's kind cute too. He kinda represents that whole atheisim thing to me. And he is cute. Click here for his cute picture. http://eris.livejournal.com/1826384.html
He has his own church too: http://www.venganza.org/. Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.

We are going for a drive on Saturday. Up to Jerome and Prescott. I need to get out of Phoenix for a little while. We all do. And it has been snowing alot. All the mountains to the north of Phoenix have had snow on them this last week. And you can see it from here. Its AWESOME. I love Jerome.

Tyler has to have a root canal tomorrow (actually later today, its 2:40 am). That should be lots of fun for him.

I'll let you know how the festival goes.

You gotta see this. I wanna be her when I grow up.

http://www.wimp.com/purse/?l=6648419

"A man's ethical behavior should be based effectually on sympathy, education, and social ties; no religious basis is necessary. Man would indeed be in a poor way if he had to be restrained by fear of punishment and hope of reward after death."- Albert Einstein

The Flying Spaghetti Monster

( this is fucking hilarious, I've just been educated.)

Go to :

http://www.venganza.org/

What Would Napoleon Do?

(thanks to Eris, once again. http://eris.livejournal.com/ )

WHY PARENTS DRINK


The boss of a big company needed to call one of his employees about an urgent problem with one of the main computers.

He dialed the employee's home phone number and was greeted with a child's whisper.

"Hello."

"Is your daddy home? " he asked.

"Yes," whispered the small voice.

"May I talk with him?"

The child whispered, "No."

Surprised, and wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, "Is your Mommy there?"

"Yes,""May I talk with her?"

Again the small voice whispered, "No."

Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss asked, "Is anybody else there?"

"Yes," whispered the child, "a policeman."

Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee's home, the boss asked, "May I speak with the policeman?"

"No, he's busy," whispered the child."

"Busy doing what?"

"Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the Fireman," came the whispered answer.

Growing concerned and even worried as he heard what sounded like a helicopter through the earpiece on the phone the boss asked, "What is that noise?"

"A hello-copper" answered the whispering voice.

"What is going on there?" asked the boss, now truly alarmed.

In an awed whispering voice the child answered, "The search team just landed the hello-copper."

Alarmed, concerned, and even more than just a little frustrated the boss asked, "What are they searching for?"

Still whispering, the young voice replied along with a muffled giggle:

"Me."