I have this habit, around the first of the year, of giving myself a “Wheel of the Year” reading – one card per month and a 13th to tie it all together (pay homage to the 13 moons, etc). Its my little bit of spirituality, and I do mean “little” bit, since I pretty much abandoned all of that to pursue my own mental issues. The February card was The Emperor, which, in essence, speaks about ruling empires and making tough choices. February was rank with these choices –...
So, up in the “Melia’s Lessons” link, there is a brief history of the last decade of my life that is pretty much the basis for every complaint and joy I have today. Lesson #11 – You will need years to establish yourself as a sane person in the sea of women you encounter. It doesn’t matter what happens, everyone will think you are insane at one point or another. Just go with it. Lesson #12 – You can definitely sell your services as an “online community manager,...
“You don’t take human life like this…” she says, regarding her execution. Not sure what the hell is going on with the YouTube Aileen Wuornos weirdness of the past month, but damn. The only people, IMO, who look to Ms. Wuornos as an icon are probably in need of a whole lot of therapy themselves. Yes, she was abused, she was raped, she fell through the cracks and she was a murderer. She is not a feminist icon. She is not an example of what feminism is, or what it breeds. She...
After spending the morning in a classroom full of Kindergarteners, then running errands and thus avoiding work for the past 7 hours… I am awesome. courtesy of technorati.com I am awesome because no matter what, I make time for my kids. I work, sometimes I manage to clean, and I pretty much devote each and every moment to making sure the kids’ needs are taken care of, even if its just by writing an article or tweaking an ad somewhere. I go to the school, I fight for appointments, I fight...
When I was around eight, after my Dad left me again or after a suspicious family reunion in which my now-deceased, convicted child molester uncle may have played a role in some fuzzy memory I’ve not yet addressed, I got fat. I hate saying that, but its true. I went from being the smallest girl in my class (height & weight) to a shockingly overweight version of that former child. I thought for years that my ballooning was hormonal, but when I really look at things, I was not built to carry...
