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Sorta lacking in the Spirit this year

December 22, 2010 Written by Lisa

Some holiday whining ahead but it’s not anything major.

And, as a bonus for you, I’ll do it in bulleted form. (you’re welcome.)

1. I completely and utterly misunderstood Duty when he said this about ‘those shoes‘: “If I ask you something, can you not ask questions about it? Can you wait until after Christmas to get those shoes?” Silly me. I thought he was saying that Santa would bring them. So when really nice lady at work who loves to buy me expensive presents (because she can) asked me if I still wanted those shoes, I told her that Duty was getting them for me. Because I really thought he was. Or at least was conspiring to get them.

But no. That was not the case. At all.

Ponderings, Really?

Sekrit boyfriend night!

August 12, 2010 Written by Lisa

After some back and forth with gay boyfriend Charlie, I decided that I’d blow past my depression ditch and go to see the Hal tonight. Don’t know what my issue is but I do have one. My depression always manifests as apathy and when I decide to blow off not one but two sekrit boyfriend events, I know I’m in the throes of it.

I really, really want a picture with him because I have (a crappy) one with Cookie so I need a (non-crappy) one with the Hal to round out my collection of stalkings and whatnot.

Heading out to the docs this morning (my own doctor this time who is not as Gorgeous McCuterson as Duty’s is) for some med checks. (I was going to write about it but got bored thinking of it and hell, it’s my own stuff so I’m not gonna bore you all with it.)

Look for a picture (I hope) of me and SB2 to follow. That should (should!) cheer my ass up!

Blah blah blah, Secretly 12 years old

Hal Sparks, Phbbbt, Pure fun!

Blargh

July 4, 2010 Written by Lisa

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!

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Down with the sickness, entertaining sucks

BG&D Wednesday

June 16, 2010 Written by Lisa

Yep, it’s time again for the weekly Brags, Grats and Desires.

1. How have you totally impressed yourself, turned yourself on, pleased yourself, or otherwise created magic lately? Thatâ€™s a BRAG.

Well, I got this awesome email from my friend Kara (who can be found at the lovely Conduit of Joy) and part of it said this: “Let me say, even though I am new-ish to this, I think you have a huge, huge talent. I think that you may not even be aware of how huge and important it is.” I was bowled over!! That made me so happy that someone I think has immense talent sees that in me. So, I’m bragging on my damn intuitive self! I DO rock! And the angels have given me a hella boost over the past two or three weeks. Things are really taking off. Wheeee!

2. For what are you thankful? What blessings are right here? What blessings are on their way and you want to give thanks in advance? And what currently-challenging situations in your life are you going to affirm as blessings in shit-brown wrappers? Those are GRATITUDES, or “grats” for short.

I am beyond thankful for our neighbor Greg who always helps us out in a pinch. The well pump has almost given up the ghost and G and Duty worked on it for two days straight before calling Uncle and getting a plumber in. Until he comes (tomorrow), we have some funky concoction of Greg’s hose hooked up to our water tank so we can shower and pee and whatnot. I will be very glad when this is over although I have to admit I haven’t suffered much.

3. And what are you craving? Yearning for? Realizing the world needs? What marching orders from the universe are written on your heart in the form of desires? From wanting “this headache to go away” to yearning “to know my divinity” to realizing “I want to be a mother,” no DESIRE is too big, too small, too “selfish” or too far-reaching.

Honestly, I want all the political bitching to stop, I want people to realize that President Obama cannot fix every damn thing RIGHT! NOW! and that we are the ones that have to shift along with everything else. I can’t even go to my political boards without enormous drama weighing me down. And I haven’t been listening to Stephanie or Randi because it’s just tooooo much angst for me. It sucks. And I also desire that my RWNJ friends on FB (which, admittedly are very few) would stop posting stupid shit that they can’t be bothered to research. Sheeple. I hate it.

And there you have it! BG&D Wednesday. What’s yours? Tell me in the comments or post a link to your blog. Write, dammit!

Brags Grats and Desires

BG&D

Why is Liz Cheney on my TV?

June 7, 2010 Written by Lisa

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.)

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