Did I mention that back in March, I had a very well-respected astrologer read my charts for the coming three years? Did I also mention that she totally and I mean TOTALLY called Duty’s heart attack? (Her words: how’s your husband’s health? my words: Fine. Why?) So, yeah. The weird thing was I had forgotten about that part – mostly because I thought it might have been the father-in-law she was picking up on. (Oh hai, blind side. I see what you did there.) It wasn’t until I was driving to the hospital the night of the heart attack that I remembered her words.

Along with that, she mentioned that during the fall I’d be experiencing a slowing-down of my forward moving energies that I’d been coasting on since the spring. Yep. That’s here too. I noticed I have written six posts for Practically Intuitive in August. SIX!! I had twelve the month before. I really do feel that the momentum that was swirling has ground to a halt and I am plodding along day by day. But, light at the end of the tunnel time – she said after November, it would pick back up and carry me along until well into the spring.

I know I sound like Eeyore these days and I really do feel like ye olde gray donkey of late. Nothing on the internets interests me at all, politics is the same old, same old fighting and bitching, I’ve run out of ideas for posts on PI, and this stupid-ass cold is hanging around still.

(Aren’t you glad you are reading this?? heh)

I’m just glad to know that this is only temporary. Lots of fun things to look forward to: a weekend of 24/7 babyholding and loving on October 3 with the nephew and godson of love, a possible costume party birthday celebration (the big 50 this year! aack!) and a vacation of some sort (not yet planned) in the near-ish future. All good stuff.

So, forgive me my Eeyore days of summer. In the immortal words of Sarah Palin: “This, also too, will … like, pass. Refudiate that, liberals!”

Well, I wish I were, anyway. (Hiding, not changing your FB status, that is.)

I’ve been inundated with real work at work lately – and it’s getting in the way of my fun-having. Yeesh. Plus it’s raining, my dog is always scratching and panting, Lucie follows me EVERYwhere and my dreams are hella wonky. Also, too: I have three things that fit me.

It’s not even Mercury Retrograde and stuff’s all chaotic.

I’ll be back maybe tomorrow with something of interest, perhaps.

Gal: How funny was it to see Peggy peeking over that transom at Don? Best part of that episode. Thank you for getting me into the world of Mad Men.

Oh, four readers of Love, the past few days have been …. shall we say … interesting? I will write about it at length soon but for now let me say this:

1. To quote Tom Petty: “Waiting is the hardest part”
2. I truly dislike hospitals but who really does like them? (besides the Cousin O’Love who runs one)
3. Emergency rooms are not for people who are well and truly grossed out by sounds of vomiting in stereo. (i.e.: me)
4. I am fine as is Duty so no worries.

More later, I promise.

LOL kitty just fuh U:

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This is P. Diddy (aka: the bozman) or more affectionately known as “The Godson of Love” – chilling poolside.

Yeah, he be cool

I would so appreciate it if one of you FOUR readers would save me from my damn self. GAH! Why did I decide NOW would be a good time to move PI over to self hosted word press? Because I’m not spazzing enough about *finishing* things this month that I must take on a stupid ass monumental chore like this. Today alone, I spent 5 hours (FIVE HOURS!) futzing with the layout and it’s still sucky. (Sobs)

If you cannot save me from myself, would you at least buy me a cosmo? Or some xanax? I hear mixing them isn’t wise but apparently, I’m not operating in wise mode these days. Oh well. I will keep plugging along since I did accomplish a great deal yesterday in between floaties, watching Season 4 of Weeds, eating crabs and other fun stuff.

If I suddenly disappear, come find me. I’ll be in the closet, k?

I totally feel like leftover dog poo that’s been stepped on and squished. And here’s what sucks the most: when PeterBella comes to visit today, I have to pretty much not hold him at all because I don’t want to give him my cold. Dammit. I haz a sad. I had to suck on cough drops all night just to make it through without coughing my head off. Usually, I get one cold a year so I probably shouldn’t complain (but sometimes I still do – life’s been good to me so far. (/joe walsh)).

Duty was a total sweetie yesterday and we cleaned the kitchen together (well, he did most of it, I’ll admit that). We’ve been married ten years (in September) and together for eleven and I’ve struggled to be a ‘couple’ because I’m used to just being on my own. I don’t like to ask for help – like my mother before me, I’d rather stew with resentment that no one offered – and I don’t overly like people in my space. In many ways, Duty is a good match because he’s very independent, also doesn’t like asking for help (from me) and mostly content on his own. Over the past year or so, I have learned how to open up (a bit) and allow him in (even if he does lecture me sometimes when I do) and while it’s still hard, I’m learning. Part of me envies those couples that are joined at the hip and the other part of me is totally grossed out by that. (Like those people who have email addresses with their husbands – what is wrong with you all? Email addresses are free. Get your own!)

Ahem.

Anyway, he was a help. YEY for Duty.

Wish me luck making it through the day. Maybe everyone will cut me some slack when I take a nap at the same time as Luke does, eh?

Happy J4, yo!

Has her father NOT done enough harm to this country that now his progeny has seen fit to get in on the fun? Seriously, who gives a fuck what she thinks? And why are the talking heads giving her airtime?

These are questions for which I must have answers. Because, you know, there’s nothing else going on in the world, right? (eye roll)

If I believed in things like Armageddon, I’d be pretty sure we are headed there between all the pictures of oil covered birds (and I can’t even look at them – it makes my heart hurt) to corporatism reigning supreme to idiot children of of the famous spouting off like they know what they’re talking about (oh hai, Luke Russert and the aforementioned Cheney daughter) to enormous whining on the left about what Obama’s doing, is he doing it fast enough, emotional enough and how he isn’t ANYTHING like what we thought we were getting – Jeebus on a crutch. Good thing I have that all-important larger “everything happens for a reason” perspective. That’s what gets me through the day.

Speaking of which, UGH. Off to work (ha) to do a Costanza and appear busy shuffling papers. Today I am going to be working on a newsletter for PI to send out in July. If you sign up for it, you could win a free reading (email or phone call – your choice) so go there now and sign your ass up. Please and thank you.

(I’m not really this grumpy but I cannot stand seeing Liz Fucking Cheney at all and had to vent. Back to love, light, whining about less important issues and the usual Hal/Cookie lovefest another day.)

What is it about rude people that causes me to be a bit on the stabby side? It sets off all kinds of alarms for me and I literally almost see red. I bet it’s a funky past life thing where I totally ran about stabbing people for being rude. LOL

Because I have that empath/clairaudient thing going on, I am unbelievably sensitive to energies over the phone. Which is probably not helpful in having to deal with the general public because nothing … and I mean NOTHING … sets me off more than a shitty (lack of) greeting on the phone. And today I was getting it from all sides. Ignorant morons on the phone, then said I.M. came into the office (and did nothing to dispel my opinion of him), goofballs who think they’re being funny but they’re just stupid and various and sundry other types of BS.

Also, too: think adding my new thyroid meds + some supps might have been overdoing it a tad. Checked the interwebs for signs of HYPERthyroidism and sure enough, agitation was listed right there at the top. Hmmm, sez I. Might there be a connection, sez I. There might be. So, we shall discontinue the supps and see how the meds work on their own.

(And yes, Jody, I’m not a big fan of the pharmaclub, either. Would rather address this solely with supps and am working toward that.)

So, my day has been agitated and sucky. What a combo! Don’t look at my Twitter timeline from 8-9 tonight during Idol. I was not a kind person. Where did my love and light go? I think it’s taken a powder! Come back, Love*and*Light, come back! (Chases after it with a butterfly net)