Day twenty three

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Oh well… this is a tough one. I am an oddball.  I really don’t dislike people  overall… not any more.  For me it is a case by case – moment to moment thing. So saying I dislike someone… well for me that means they are not family.  Blood doesn’t always mean family.

Day twenty one

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Pisces.  And yes,  it does.  I am very much a creative and emotional soul. I have always felt that the astrological sign of Pisces fit me.

Day nineteen

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1. Claustrophobia – I have been afraid of closed in spaces for a very long time.

2. Helplessness – I can not handle being helpless. I have been a survivor… so I don’t do being helpless well.

3. Heights – although I think it is more a fear of falling.

4. Being alone – the huge fear of loss.

5. Tbh — only thing four above.

Day seventeen

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               Quotes to live by…well there are a lot of inspirational quotes out there.  All are worth using as a life model.  However truth be told…I tend just to use my brain and my heart to decide how to live. What quote do you use to live by if any?

Day fifteen

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To be honest this took actual thought. Quite a bit of thought.  Not much really irritates me…I am something of an easygoing person.  I even asked those who know me best to get a feel for what I would be perceived as having as a pet peeve.  My daughter figures my pet peeve (once I explained the term ) was her misbehaving and disrespecting me. I really don’t think of her random teenage moments (as she is actually a really good kid) as being worth counting as my pet peeve.  I am just her mother.  That means I hide the amusement when she is acting as stubborn as she does.  My boyfriend of twenty years just I don’t knowed at me….so I must not really have one that stands out to him. My sister told me it was stupid people. Okay uhm…yeah.  I really have issues with those who are purposely ignorant or hurtful. So my pet peeves list is a total of one… that’s not bad. 
                 What’s yours?  And why?

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.)

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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.

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So don’t mind me….
I’ll just keep making and see y’all there.

Day twelve

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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 Nine (only slightly late )

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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 Seven

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              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.

Day six

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This is a bit harder to answer. Historically there are several who fascinate me.

Lady Jane Grey – because for all the tragedy surrounding her, and the grace with which she handled her inability to affect her own life.

Lucretia Borgia – Because she was strong and independent during a time when it was not acceptable for women.

Ellspeth Bathory – Because she was truly Bat shit crazy. Everyone should be fascinated by at least one bit of crazy.

Edgar Allen Poe – Because for all his Talent,  he died an unknown.  He was an extraordinary writer.

Emily Dickinson – Because she wrote only for herself.  She was not published until after she died. Her poetry touched me deeply.

Jack the ripper – because he is an unsolved mystery.

There are quite a few that fascinate me…and I would be here till tomorrow trying to list them all. I am  often fascinated by strength (of character and physical) and intelligence.

What are you fascinated by.