Beautifully written. I also enjoy this show. I love the character of Lucifer and think that his development is often delightful.
Month: May 2016
Day fourteen
Although I know it seems like I should have a plan… I don’t plan that far ahead. There is so much that changes in my life but what matters doesn’t change. I write, I create and I love.
Day thirteen
(Just an fyi…day fourteen may be late. I have an event I am doing… a very public event selling my crafts… which is btw making me neurotic….. so I am not sure how up to anything I will be afterwards…. but I will do the blog asap. I promise.)
I am a stay at home sort. Hence the neurotic meltdown… lol. I really am introverted. However I am wanting to make an honest attempt at seeing how my crafts sell… so my first ever event. I have approximately 100 hair clips. About 150 hook style earrings, nearly a hundred post style. About fifty pendants /necklaces. At least Six picnic utensil holders. Some painted rocks. Some bracelets, broach pins, keychains. Some clothes pin dolls. Aaaaand I feel like I am not going to have enough to sell. so I am making bookmarks to keep my sanity. If you are anywhere near Keyser, WV on Saturday come see me. We will be in the south end park over by the tennis courts. There will be two food vendors, face painting, a bounce house. There is quite a few vendors signed up. Potomac Valley Hospital is going to be having an event there too.
So don’t mind me….
I’ll just keep making and see y’all there.
Day twelve
This really depends on my state of mind and how tired I am. When I am exhausted and in the sleep deprived silliness… Penis is the funniest word. Otherwise it really is more about context. Any word placed properly can be funny. Although I admit my humor is often very juvenile… uranus is able to elicit more snickers than I care to admit.
Day Eleven
I have been with my best friend for twenty years now. He is alot of what keeps me sane.
Bayberry
My grandmother used to love bayberry candles. She said it reminded her of her childhood Christmases
Day ten
MANGO! It is stringy and tart. Generally it is overused and no where as good as other citrus options.
Day Nine (only slightly late )
This is a concept that has always bothered me. My great grandma was seventy five when I was born. She bowled in three leagues until I was ten. For me I see people at thirteen who are more mature then people who are nearly thirty. I believe each person should be judged (if they must be judged at all) on their own merits, not based on silly things like age or gender. What about you? What is your opinion?
Day Eight
For me choosing a single book that I love is impossible. Choosing one I hate is in some ways easier. There are two that fall in that category. F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby. Because the only character I liked (Gatsby) died. And Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight. Because it offended my sensibilities. Vampires Do Not Sparkle! That is the only books I have ever hated. Otherwise I have usually enjoyed and loved all the books I have read.
Day Seven
I have four. A pentacle, a blue rose piercing through a heart, a faery, a blue rose with an infinity symbol surrounding it’s stem.
They each have meaning. Although in truth each of the tattoos were chosen merely because I liked them. Nothing more or less than that.
The pentacle is a symbol of protection. It banishes the negative. My tattoo artist was a high priest, and as he finished the circle, he blessed it.
The faery is a symbol of nature and of belief in the fantastic. Mine is faded and nearly nothing but her wings and toadstool remains.
The blue rose is a symbol of death. Which is also a beautiful sign of life. The one that pierces a heart was my first tattoo. I have wanted it since i was fifteen.
The other one is supposed to symbolize infinite hope.
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