Aug
6
2010
I’m just sitting here at my desk and some bad thoughts come into my mind. Ones that bring up memories of childhood friendships that have come and gone. When I lived in Kinston, I had my two cousins to play with on the weekends. I had a couple of friends at school to play with during the week, so it was all good.
Things changed drastically when I moved to Goldsboro. We finally moved everything here on Jan. 31, 1984, I was 9 yrs old and it was my first day at a new school, too. I went to the city schools here and experienced the so called ‘reverse discrimination’ by the blacks; who were around 95% of the school student body. I only knew one or two black girls at the schools but they weren’t really what you called friends, we were nice to each other, but I’d call them acquaintances instead of friends. (Believe me folks, my teeth are on edge when I type this. I really hate bad-mouthing the blacks but in this case; it’s the truth). I did have one friend (white) named Caroline, she was alright but with in a few years she showed her true colors to me. She loved to lie to her parents, and steal from people. Including me. Felt angry, sad for being betrayed by someone I liked. So much for that friendship! Continue Reading »
Jan
22
2010
Yesterday I read a friends blog about the holidays. Well, part of it was about christmas. Quote: “[have a] wonderful CHRISTMAS. Not holidays. I respect the other religions of this world, but dammit, look at the word. The first six letters of that word are what it’s all about. Wake up!!!”
You say you respect other religions of the world. But, you don’t really mean it. Here’s a wake up call for YOU, my friend! Christmas is a PAGAN holiday. It comes from Saturnalia, an Ancient Roman festival that was held in honor of the god Saturn. Chrisitanity decided to get more converts, therefore more moola in their coffers, if they (xtians) took the already available holidays and adopt them as their own, with a more christian twist.
Christians STOLE! (Umm, isn’t that against your religion or something?)
Let me propose a situation: If I put a large stick-on label with the words “GRAND PIANO” on a paper bag full of sugar; would it suddenly make the contents of that bag a grand piano? No, it wouldn’t! It would still be sugar! Just because you put a label on a thing doesn’t make that particular thing change. Christmas is a LABEL that is put on the bag of SATURNALIA!
It may sound like: christmas, but it is still Saturnalia! This is exactly what the christians did to the other religions at the time. Shame on them! They were too lazy to make their own festivals. A pig is still a pig, even if it has lipstick on it.
Christmas is a Pagan holiday. Please give credit where credit is due. Merry YULE!
Priestess Smiling Coyote out!
Nov
29
2009
I stole this from Quackwatch.com it’s a long, but informative read!
By: Deborah A. Barrett
One of the greatest challenges of chronic pain is finding ways to live with others. Sometimes it seems more comforting to stay home alone, where we can relax, tend to our aches, set our own pace, and control our total environment. This would free us from having to explain, apologize, look odd, or feel guilty about the things we have difficulty contending with. We would no longer impose our tortured bodies on anybody else.
This fantasy, however, has some major flaws! What does it mean to have a life? Usually, living involves a variety of work, social experiences, and travel that remove us from the cozy nest we try to construct and put us in contact with the outside world. What would it really mean to give this up? Without chronic illness, few of us would consider a hermit’s life even marginally appealing. Now, we are pressed to find ways to maintain relationships — precious relationships — without excessive discomfort.
From a handshake with a new colleague to a long trip to visit family, we constantly struggle to reduce physical stress without burdening others or calling undue attention to our illness. These issues are relevant for short interactions with acquaintances as well as daily dealings with those most intimate to us. Finding ways to express our special needs requires careful situation-specific negotiations. Continue Reading »
Sep
28
2009
My first encounter with a ghost was when I first moved to Goldsboro. I remember it was late February or early March. As, I was sleeping on the top part of my bunk bed one night, I felt cold. Not a physical type of cold. But, it was as if my soul was freezing. Hard to put into words.
I looked down to the floor, trying to decide if I want to slide over the rail or climb down and get a blanket. I could see the room in a light bluish light that emanated from the street light adjacent to the house. I always kept the blinds mostly closed so in case of an ‘emergency’ I could see. Basically, it was my night light. Continue Reading »
Sep
25
2009
I’m one of those weirdos who keeps a ‘think pad’ by her bed. I don’t know why it is, but, it seems that I get the most craziest, insightful, and inspirational ideas when I lay down to sleep. Last night, I was thinking about George Carlin and his book: Brain Droppings. In it, he wrote down some things that just popped in his head.
Weelll, here are some things that popped in my head: Enjoy!
PENCIL-PUSHER – a person who loves to push pencils over tables, desks, floors, etc.
TELEPHONE OPERATOR – doctor who surgically operates on sick telephones. ( I thought of this one when I was around 5 yrs. old, honestly!)
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Sep
21
2009
One day, a long, long, long time ago… when I was in Junior high, I woke up feeling pretty good. I usually didn’t have a big problem in getting up and getting ready to go to school. I actually liked this school I was going to.
I did my usual routine. Get up. Get dressed. Go fix breakfast. Mom didn’t really have the time to fix us breakfasts like she did when we were younger. She had to be Continue Reading »