It only seemed fitting to dedicate this entry to the victims of hurricane Katrina. It is heartbreaking to see the news footage of the aftermath of nature's wrath. It is an outrage that they all have had to wait SO LONG for the help that they so desperately need. The nation is faced with the bitter truth of the difference in speed to help those who are less fortunate than others. How quickly help arrived when tragedy struck the "rich" shores of Florida, yet left a poverty stricken New Orleans to die in feces infested flood water or to bake in the sun on roof tops. The government was so quick to drop food and supplies to the masses in Iraq, yet, when it came to saving it's own people they worked at a turtle's pace. The government should never have sat on it's heels as long as it did and all of those people deserve a personal apology from the president himself...well, if his word actually meant something after this anyway. Maybe some day, everyone will be treated equally, no matter what thier social status may be.

To all of you whom have been effected, my heart and my thoughts go out to you. May the Goddess keep and protect you and your family. Blessed Be & Brightest Blessings.

How YOU can help: Donate to the Red Cross. CLICK HERE!

Well, I started my new job on Tuesday. I wasn't sure how well it would go, considering it's in an art gallery that serves "fantastic" teas...lol. (Sorry, Elisa, I just HAD to say that!) But, surprisingly enough everyone there is simply WONDERFUL! I have gotten so many compliments on my 3-tier plates that my head is about to fall over on my shoulder 'cause it's getting so big, lol. I love it there because I get to be completely creative and boy, do I have an imagination..lol. Starting this new job meant that I would have to find a babysitter...which I interviewed about 6 and the first one that I called ended up being the BEST one. My son loves her and the parents that I called who also use her had nothing but positive feedback on her. (awesome!)

I'm a little sad, though, because the owner's father, who has been my "Sensai" since I started will be leaving on the first of next month. I have grown attached to the man and his humor. He's a wonderful person and I find myself thinking through out the day, "why aren't there more people like this in the world?" He lives in Portugal and he will be terribly missed by "grasshopper" (me..lmao).On the other hand this means that I will have more hours to work. (YAY!)

I also had the pleasure of meeting the artist whose work adorns the walls at the gallery. Her name is Soo and she's a lovely woman, always with a smile on her face and not "beneath" folding a napkin or two when she has free time. She's such a down to earth-type person. Today she brought in Sushi for everyone to try and made sure that she saved a piece for me. (I don't eat fish, but I ate it anyway because that was so thoughtful.) I really, really love my job. Well, I have to be at work early tomorrow because we have the ladies from the "Red Hat Association" coming in for a luncheon. This should be interesting. Wish me luck!

Luv, Hugs & Blessed Be!

I am sick and tired of living in a country whose constitution states that "all men are created equal" and doesn't back it up by it's actions.  One must ask themselves, "What is ALL and what is EQUAL in the eyes of the government?" I know I sure do. Where does the government have the right to step in and say, "Oh, I'm sorry..you're gay? Well, you can't get married..sorry." What the hell does it matter? So, instead it makes it easier for the small minded people in the red states to justify thier (evil) actions to  homosexuals. (For example, Brandon Teena, Billy Jack Gaither, Fred C. Martinez, Jr. ~who was ONLY 16 years old at the time of his attack~ and the most known case of beating/torture, Matthew Sheperd.) One story that haunts me even today is about a 13 year old boy, Jesse Dirkhising, who was befriended by two men, pretending to be his friends. They invited him over one day and commited acts against him that I can't even bare to comprehend. They drugged him, tied him to a bed and raped him with whatever objects they could find..this continued for HOURS. They left him on the bed to suffocate to death.

 I have one thing to ask you..Why the hell aren't you outraged? If this were your child(ren) wouldn't you want someone to stand up in front of America and say "My child deserves justice and I'm not gonna stop until you hypocrites do something about it!" Whether anyone agrees with a homosexual lifestyle or not, ALL life is precious and deserves to be protected and to have the same rights as everyone else. No one is asking for "special" priviliges, only for EQUAL RIGHTS FOR ALL AMERICANS.

Jai

(Dedicated to the Gay and Lesbian Community of America. Maybe someday someone will see the error in their ways. So, to you all, Blessed Be & Brightest Blessings)

If any of you are Pagan, chances are you've heard of Christy Moore. He's an amazing vocalist from Ireland who is probably best known among the Pagan/Wiccan crowd for his song called "The Burning Times". This was his email today:

July 11th 2005

Last week we lost our comrade Frank Harte of Chapelizod, Co. Dublin. He leaves his family broken-hearted and a host of friends in mourning at his passing. The gap he leaves is enormous but so too is his legacy. As well as being a good singer he was the most important collector of songs this country has known. Frank was a fine architect by trade but he was devoted to the world of songs. He maintained that, while the Rich and Powerful were writing and revising history the Poor and The Oppressed were writing the songs. Throughout his life he set about collecting songs from every quarter of Irish History and Society. Over the past eight years he was collaborating on a series of recordings with Donal Lunny and was still working at the time of his passing. Personally I have lost a special friend. Our relationship was based almost entirely on our mutual love of songs and singing. He was utterly generous with his vast repertoire. How often have I checked my phone messages to find Frank singing some verse I had been seeking. Sometimes he would call me just to hear a bit of a song down the phone. Betimes I opened my eyes at the end of a song to find him weeping unashamedly and then we would both laugh at the good of it for we knew how blessed our lives were with this wonderful gift of song. Last Friday at his funeral mass the family were surrounded by singers and musicians who came to bid a fond farewell.

" He was a quare one fol de dee get outa that,
He was a quare one I'll tell you"


Read on here:

http://www.christymoore.com/christy_chat.asp

Today was AWESOME! I took my son on a little journey to a quiet town about 30 miles away. I had heard that they were having a Pow-Wow and wanted to see what all was going on. There were so many Native Americans, Shamans and Pagans there and we felt so welcome. It was like we never met a stranger there. So, anyway, I'm walking around and I see a guy (and his kids)  from one of my classes that I took last quarter. I don't know who was more surprised, him or me. During the months that he and I were in class together, and even though he and I talked EVERY DAY, neither of us knew that the other was Pagan. It just wasn't a subject that really came up between us. So, it was a pleasant surprise to know that there was someone else there that has similar beleifs to mine. Anyway, there was a woman there who was dancing in a ring of fire..It was AMAZING to watch her move as the flames crackled and snapped around her. I was mesmerized. In the back of my mind I kept thinking of Jim Morrison and The Doors. To anyone who has ever watched The Doors movie, you know what I'm talking about. I just couldn't help myself. I had to think about him. Jim Morrison was a sensual, passionate poet. But, there was more to this Pow-Wow than that the dancing fire chick..lol. I met a Shaman man named Okhanai and I was impressed by his bead work. I can't even describe the magnificent detail and the deep love that he has for his craft. It was absolutely stunning. Everyone was so nice to eachother there. It was like stepping back in time where there was no government to dictate what you could and could not do. A time when Native Americans were still allowed to roam free with the buffalo grazing on green grass and thistle. The view was breath taking at the foothills of the Smokies. There was no hatred there, no religious intolerance or racial slurs, just people mingling together. Laughing, talking with one another, children chasing eachother through the grass and trees. There was singing and dancing and happy times. I needed a day like today to refresh & recharge my soul. Moments like that are priceless..seeing the dull reflection of the flamees on my son's face as he watches a dance that was created under the moon hundreds of thousands of years ago by ancestors we've never met, but whose blood runs thick and red in our veins. I felt connected to them by hearing stories that may have passed through their lips at one point in time. Tears of pride in my heritage streaked down my face and I swear, I could almost hear them call my name. Even now I'm getting goose bumps just thinking about it. It was truly a magical experience.

Blessed Be.

Well, now who can't leave who alone? What was it that you said to me...oh yeah, some day I might be able to post something that's true? Uh, hello, pot, kettle would like a word with you. Sweety, let me give you some advice, PUT THE CRACK PIPE DOWN. It's not worth it. And neither are you. I don't know where you get your misinformation from (no telling) but I have a wonderful job and I make more money that you claim that your husband does. Isn't it nice when the under dog comes out on top. Just like things should be. You see, Niki..sometimes there are those of us who HAVE a life other than sitting on our fat asses in front of the computer screen pretending to be human. Here's some more advice for you sweety, put on your big girl panties and grow up. Stop stalking people and quit lying saying that you've talked to so-and-so and you're friends again, knowing damn good and well you AREN'T. You're not the only person with contacts, honey. So, take your bleach blonde ass over to the corner and throw your little temper tantrum and stop acting like some upity goody-goody..because sooner or later, everyone will find out the truth about you. Reality can be so ugly sometimes and well, you get what you deserve. Happy Trails Frizzy!

LMFAO...ohh, Niki..you're a hoot and a half, girl! You're using the BIBLE as your defense to attack an innocent TWO YEAR OLD? BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ok, it's official, now you'lve hit rock bottom. I feel so sorry for you Niki. I really do. People like you who pretend to be perfect with the perfect house and the perfect life are the Desperate Housewives of America...well, minus the good looks and fashionable clothes, not to mention minus the HOT husband and money. I wish you well, Niki. I hope you find some kind of happiness in your life so you can move on and get over yourself.

Oh, Niki...get over it already. If your life was perfect..or, well, PREFECT as you said (lmfao) you wouldn't be worried about what was being said or not said on my journal. So, why don't you scamper back under the rock that you came out from under and worry about your own life instead of commenting on a journal entry that was posted MONTHS ago. And ya know...there are more than just a few lies in your "comment". *I* never said anything negative toward you or your kids..THAT was you because you knew that you weren't getting anywhere with me that you weren't going to change my point of view, so you hit below the belt and bring my INNOCENT child into it..so for that I will call you what you are (which is a spineless whore) all the fuck i want to. So, Niki...fuck off and go brag about all the money you don't have to your little monkey followers on your message board.

Well, my first quarter of classes is over and well....let's just say that I totally ACED my classes. I start my second quarter next week and this week is seriously busy with finding text books and the list requirements for the classes. (which is basically anything special required besides the books, pens and paper.) Basically, I don't know my head from my ass right now..lol..Oh, and there is a new addition to my family. My newest nephew, Ashton was born yesterday weighing in at 7lbs, 7ounces. We are all so excited and glad that mom and baby are healthy...there was a little while there at the end when we were getting worried, but the Goddess took care of them both. However, my brother is still wondering how in the hell it happened...but, I'm pretty sure he'll figure it out eventually..given there are pictures to look at..lmfao...I luv ya Big Brother! If I didn't, I wouldn't pick on ya! After this next quarter is over I'm going to try to make a trip up there with my son. ::crosses fingers:: Anyway, I've gotten about 50 emails from ppl asking me when in the hell I was going to let them know how college was going...so, here ya go damn it...now, stop sending me emails all the damn time..lol. I luv you guys and you know it! Well, it is a BEAUTIFUL day here, so I'm taking my son out for the rest of the evening. Take care ya'll, and Goddess Bless...

Oh, wait a minute...I'm not done. I want everyone in London to know that my thoughts and prayers are with you all. Goddess Bless you all and you will come back stronger and better than ever. Blessed Be.

Ah, yes, the the maggots of earth have found my cozy little corner on the net and have decided to act all innocent and well....(bleach) blonde. LOL. Don't you just have to roll your eyes when people from your past decide to act like they're the victims in the whole situation? They pretend to be your friend, then when you disagree with their point of view and tell you that YOU are wrong for feeling that way because they say so...then they decide to bring your child into the argument. Well, all I can really say is this: You are a sorry excuse for a human being and, quite frankly, no one has the perfect life..No one. Oh, and btw...if the person that you mentioned has decided to befriend you once again...that's is entirely her perogative and has absolutely nothing to do with me. So, shooo fly, don't bother me.