Just Another Sunday Afternoon

I worked 7 am to 12:45 pm at Starbucks this morning. Not a terrible shift, but not all that fun to do with one’s early Sunday morning.

Dragged the Husband off to Twisted Root Burger Company, in high hopes of sampling an ELK burger.

Que stupid, idiotic I-35 traffic. A trip that SHOULD have taken a measly 12 minutes, took 36 minutes. *sighs*

And we get there…to realize, it’s SUNDAY FOOTBALL CRAP day. *grumbles* But we are troopers, damn it, and we’ve come so far!

Yeah, the only game meat they had available today was Bison and Deer. I’ve had a bison burger before (at the Texas Indian Festival years back)....and I flat out refuse to pay $14+ on venison, when my brother usually gets at LEAST one deer a year off our land.

We take a ninja back way home. Only took 15 minutes.

I took Holly (the dog) for a nice walk through the wooded trails and came back to nap.

But I was too sore to sleep (due to me getting a WILD hair up my ass about being able to play wall ball with my students on Friday – note to self : YOU ARE OLD). So I took a hot bath instead.

Then wandered out to the living room to nap on the couch. Dozed for an hour before the smoke alarms went off.

Grumbled at David for soldering in the apartment. Check outside....it’s the whole apartment building that’s sounding off. And I smell smoke.

I look down, and the very bottom neighbors’ porch is billowing out smoke and their fire sprinklers are dousing their porch. I bellow to David that he’s got to get Holly out of the apartment.

I calmly go to my room, pack up Leviathan (saying a prayer to All That Is Holy that she didn’t shit in my backpack), put on a bra, and head for the door.

David is packing up guitars.

Well, I’m friggin’ pissed at this point because he hasn’t done a damn thing to save Holly’s life. So I harness her up, at which time he takes over. Running around like a damn chicken with his head cut off.

Sometimes, I wish he was more of sociopath, like myself.

According to this website, Sociopaths are generally not a danger to the public, while Psychopaths have crossed the line into criminal behavior. Is it bad that I actually researched which term would be most appropriate for this situation?

Anyways, turns out the downstairs neighbors got the BRILLIANT idea of firing up their grill for the first time....on their porch....under said fire sprinkler.

So the firetruck arrives and they turn off the sprinkler and eventually the alarm too, and we all return home.

In other news, I’m cooking AGAIN.
No seriously. Generally I only cook a good meal maybe once a month.
I cooked my famous Parmesan Crusted Chicken plus corn and ranch style beans for us on Saturday night. And tonight, I’m making BBQ chicken.

There I go, being all domestic and shit.
Crap, hubby is going to start expecting this more often!

Mabon and the Inner Wolf

Blessed Mabon/Autumn Equinox (which was yesterday). Yeah, I’m a little late. Wasn’t really feeling it, but went ahead and held my lil ceremony and did a Tarot reading specifically for this Holy Day.

I’ll add in photos of my altar (rather liked how it turned out), and may or may not add in the Tarot reading. I’ve got the bare bones down (what card means what, and what the position means), but haven’t fleshed it out just yet. Hopefully I can get to that this week.

But I do like these new Tarot cards, which is unusual. Generally speaking, me and Tarot just do not get along. *shrugs* Maybe that is finally changing! That would be nice.

Still having a blast in my on-line Traditional Witchcraft group (as opposed to the neo-Wiccan groups). I feel more at home with them than I do with Wicca, as I do a lot of shadow/nocturnal work that most Wiccans would label as “black magic”. *shrugs* I don’t see it that way.

But then again, how many of them view Lucifer as a good guy?

And just to clarify, Lucifer and Satan and the Devil are not one and the same beings/creatures. I’ve had no dealings with Satan/Devil, so I can’t speak on that.

But Lucifer.....he’s interesting. May or may not delve more into that later.

And not to slam Wiccans there. I’m in an on-line Wiccan group, too. Shamanistic group as well. I just don’t have any desire to meet a group in person at this time. Heck, I can’t even get motivated to go to some of these self-defense groups I’ve seen on MeetUp.com just yet.

I’ll get there eventually.

I feel like I’m coming out of the shadows once more. Feeling more comfortable in my own skin. Even if I am avoiding eye contact like the plague. Not sure what’s going on there. But it is what it is. And I’m just rolling with it right now.

Autumn always does this to me. While others are shutting down and going into hibernation mode, I’m just waking up. I can feel the blood pumping in my heart and my veins. I feel so alive and strong. I feel the fur and fang and hear the fierce song of my own spirit in my ears once more. I want to run out under the sun and play in the woods.

Doesn’t help that I’m dreaming of Werewolves once more. * miles toothily*

Oh I wasn’t made for this human form.
I long for one more lupine in nature.

Plague & Serpents

Ugh. David gave me his plague last week and it’s STILL lingering on. It’s not as bad as it was originally, thank all that is holy! But still, it sucks.

Leviathan (my snake) shed on Friday (measuring in around 4 feet 9 inches), so she was finally able to go visit my students. And they just ADORED her. Seriously, best visit I’ve ever had with any group of students that I’ve taken Leviathan to visit. And this includes the parents!

Most of the time, adults are so set in their ways that if they have already decided they don’t like snakes, they just stick with that and that’s that. Which is fine. I certainly don’t force anyone to interact with Leviathan if they really don’t want to – and this extends to my students. I find that most children, if given the opportunity to view the snake and warm up to the idea of it not being scary, AND watching so many of their friends touch and handle the snake with obvious joy, then they will want to do the same in their own time. That’s how we’ve won so many people over. Now, I’m not saying that they then turn around and go get a snake as a pet, but at least they don’t hate snakes as much as they thought they did.

Now I’m seriously itching to get another snake....a bigger snake. * laughs * No worries though. I can’t do that in this apartment. I just do not have the room. But, if we ever get a house, I’m certainly getting a few more. I could see myself with three and being perfectly content with that.

I currently have Leviathan, an 8-year-old female lavender corn snake. I’d like to get a male Woma python. Not sure what the 3 snake would be just yet.

Sept 10th, 2014 Selfie

Harvest Moon

Blessed Harvest Moon

Here’s my altar for the Harvest Moon.

Happy Hatch-day

Today is my lil serpent child’s hatch day (can’t be a birth day as she wasn’t born…she hatched from an egg…hence hatch day).

Anyways, my lil girl, Leviathan, turns EIGHT years old today. Insane to think that I’ve had her this long. She certainly mellowed out with age and she’s just a doll to take to visit people. Like my students.

She hasn’t visited the school just yet. My students are just utter messes STILL, so I’m not bringing Leviathan up to be a part of that insanity. Once the students calm down and my program starts flowing better, then she’ll come visit. She really likes the students and I’d venture to say that about 90% of the students really like her too. :)