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!

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!

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? That’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!

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.)

I, Lisa M. Snarkypants, of somewhat sound mind and a bit too much body, do hereby swear to tell the truth, the whole(ish) truth and nothing but the troof, so help me God.

I freely admit the following with the understanding that all this can and will be used against me in a court of law:

1. I spent 65% of my morning at work reading all the True Blood forums at Television without Pity. Even though each episode thread was more than 25 pages long, I slogged through most of them and realized that the bulk of the posts were all about how “hawt” Erik the Vampire is and what a moron Sookie is. But hey, it killed some time.

2. I spent 30% surfing websites for information on spiritual coaching so I could see what kinds of things people are offering out there. Much of it seems to be a lot of words trying to sell you stuff. I’m not fond of that. And clearly, the IN-THING is to write articles that are really devoid of information but give you fluff-filled lists. It’s crap, I tell you. (Much like my little lists here!)

3. I spent 5% doing what little work there was for me to do.

4. I spent most of the afternoon writing a new post for Practically Intuitive and it’s almost finished. What can I say? I got in a flow. Now, must edit said flow. DONE!

So, as you can see, I freely admit that I did just about no work today. Lots of people are out of the office or just coming and going at will. My ass gets paid to sit in that chair and look like I care so that’s what I do. YEY for the Internets!

Also freely admitted:

** I read all the Sarah Palin gossip I can get my hot little hands on. She’s a trainwreck of such massive proportions and I wallow in every single moment of it. I especially like The Immoral Minority because the proprietor keeps it current and has lots of juicy details. I am a shallow person but I cannot wait until Granny Grifter crashes and burns. The fact that she is where she is says more than I wish to hear about our culture and none of it positive.

** I prefer sleeping alone in my king sized bed. I’ve mentioned before that Duty snores like a maniac so he gets to sleep in the other room in the twin bed. Me? Since I’m the Queen, I sleep in the big bed in the big room. I have always slept alone even when I lived with other boyfriends. It’s what I’m used to and I will never be one of those people who cannot sleep without my partner there. (I know. I should live in a monastery, right?)

What else can I freely admit? Few things in my closet fit me. So, there’s that.

That’s all I’m admitting today. In fact, pretend I didn’t write any of this. I plead the fifth. Where’s my lawyer?

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)

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Dear kitteh,

Well, it wasn’t a bad day per se but it was a day where I chose to be invisible to my co-workers and they obliged me by not noticing me at all. That’s nice. One of the guys in my office is studiously and (to my view) obviously avoiding me and I have no idea why. Like he thinks I’m spreading bad ju-ju or something, I dunno. Weird.

Found out Cousin O’Love and Auntie G are going to Italy in October. (Sobs into pillow) It was three years ago this week that C O’L and I were there to celebrate what would have been La’s 21st birthday. I loved Italy. LOVED IT. And will go back sometime in the relative near future. (Obvs not with COL and AG, though.) I think I need a vacation STAT! Somewhere warm with an adult beverage or eleventy, massages, books, coffee and cool sheets (and Sparkela and Cookie).

On the happy side, I managed 15 minutes on the stationery bike. Duty would be mad at me if I didn’t do it since he did his 15. We’re supposed to be helping each other do some exercise and I didn’t do any last night. (I suck.) Plus, he fixed me a nice dinner (not quite a “peechy-tini” but close enough for me.)

I could whine more but I’ll stop here. Next time, can I have extra -tini, pleeb?

kthxbai,
Snarks