Author: Saille

Who am I? On the surface I'm a nature-loving dirt worshipping hippy in search of a good adrenaline rush. That's all I have for now.

Ok, this month is turning into an awesome month for me – despite some of the vitrol that existed in the beginning. I walk into work today, happy, for once. During the course of the day, not much happen, was sitting around being bored. I looked up, thought I saw a familiar profile, and lo and behold – it’s the MP. Standing there smiling, holding his arms out for a hug! So, run around my counters and get swept up by yet another gorgeous Marine. If this keeps up, I think I’m going to go into over-kill and pass out from joy. I don’t believe there’s such a thing as too much Marine, but hell, I don’t think I can take the continued high I get. *eg*

In other news, my Asatruar and other Norsefolk should find this tidbit a wee bit interesting.

My fav political paraphrase of the day (I don’t recall the entire paragraph, and they’re only quoting on tv right now):

~OB/GYNs fear loving their patients now~

Bush, in his speech about the rising costs of medical visits due to lawsuits. I really think he meant that these Dr.s fear a gentle touch of respect being mistaken for an advance. But still, when Ahnold starts correcting your grammar and semantics, there’s a definite problem. *gigglefit* Texas Monthly should be having a hayday with this year.

Obviously, I’m still awake. I think my sleep schedule this week has set me off-kilter a bit, but that’s alright. Every time I close my eyes I have a choice of two scenes, one, I wish would stay in my head more often, and the other I need to somehow shrug off because it does nothing but cause tension. Maybe I’ll hit the kickboxing class this week instead of yoga, seems the anger energy is still radiating off of me, especially around my shoulders (which totally ruins the lovely massage I got earlier).

I’ve kind of lost track of time, I know which day it is, but somehow my timeline for the week is completely skewed. I can’t remember what happened on which day, can’t think clearly and definitely can’t open my mouth and communicate very well. I’ve got a lapse in my vocabulary and can’t articulate for shit. I spend minutes trying to think of the word that’s on the tip of my tongue, only to watch it sit there before coming to conscious memory. With that, I’d like to mention the good things that happened this week….

I’m thankful for my friends, and a few new ones, for standing with me, without words, while I started thunderstorms at 4AM.

I’m thankful for a friend who stayed with me and talked till 6AM.

I’m thankful for a wonderful partner who accepts me for me, and is willing to allow me my few real delights.

I’m thankful for a couple of strangers who let me into their room, as they attempted a philosophical approach to gender roles through-out history.

I’m thankful for a new friend, if that would be the word to use, who allowed me my few childish moments, and just tormented me back.

I’m thankful for two great friends, who allowed me to invade their space and showed me a great time – even though I now miss the Marine more than I did. (but hey, I got to torment a really cute one while I was there).

There’s nothing but fun here, at the house o’ poison. Last night was pretty damned cool, and Halford is such the queen. He had to change jackets after every 2 songs. Poor Ozzy, felt bad for the guy because he didn’t seem to be doing so hot, but hey, Black Sabbath kicked ass. I was sorry to have missed Lacuna Coil and Otep, not sure why two of the best bands went on first, but they did. Slipknot was awesome.

Now for the fun stuff. poisongirl and I got to use many of our best slam lines for the pathetic drunks that decided to hit on us. The old guy who was pointing us out to his son was pretty nasty, so we moved. Had a good line to the “kick me in the face with a soccer ball guys”. They decided to try and attract us by saying girls can play, even though they shouldn’t play sports. So I earned a free kick for my look of utter distain, only to be told that the target was well aquainted with the middle finger. Told him that I would expect one to be familiar with one’s appendages when that’s all you’ve got. That got me a smile from a couple of folks. Then there were the two guys who were hitting on the two girls in front of us, during Judas Priest. One stumbled into poisongirl, looked at her and tried to make small talk, asking us if we’ve ever heard of the song playing, only to get a “Go away, do you not listen?” from my loverly. He didn’t get the hint for a while, but eventually tried to flaunt his “treasure” in our face (like we cared) till the girls ditched him and his friend. hehehehe. More where that comes from later….

As for today, score one for the two of us. As we were walking through the commisary annex, two Marines tripped over themselves walking out the door watching us walk in. *grin* I think I’m loving this. hehehehehehe. And I found a Marine bear I want. He’s in dress blues, and one in digis.

So, had meetings today, and decided this afternoon is going to be a “spa” day for me. Stopped by Sevananda today and picked up the wrong thing. Meant to grab potassium and inadvertently grabbed vitamin K. How? Because all I could remember was the atomic letter of the stuff and the guy handed me the stuff with K, too bad I didn’t notice the “vitamin” before I left. Heh, oh well. Anyone need some? Willing to sell minus the tax. Got some nifty mags I picked up, might help out with the BP discussion topics.

*grin*

In a recent emailing, a list member invited anyone interested to her space to discuss community building, effectively. In her invitation, she listed her grievences towards the general pagan community, mainly lacking cohesion, anti-christian sentiment, gluttonous behaviour towards the body, and of course…promiscuous behaviour. At one point in time, I recall one of my instructors at school (a psychotherapist by trade) discussing how we tend to focus in on what we want to see, e.g. we’re buying x car and suddenly we start noticing x car on the road every day.

So it got me thinking on how much we might, as a macro-community, perpetuate these problems because we focus on them, and thus we always see them? I, personally, don’t believe these problems to be any greater in the pagan community than in the greater community, at large. I also think that it might be part of a greater conditioned POV from our society (can only speak from the American perspective), that says we much remain sexually puritanical in public, and the backlash against obesity vs. the acceptance of the body that many alternative religions espouse, and of late – the anti-smoking epidemic that forces to the fringe, those that choose to light up. There’s also this ideal of some in the alternative religion community, that snags the body is a temple philosophy from Buddhist teaching, but takes it to an almost puritanical extreme. One thing that I notice in the pagan community is the respect for individual choices. Meaning, respect for the individual’s choice to smoke/not smoke, drink/not drink, have various relationship set-ups, being healthy or having not-so-healthy habits, etc.

I understand the desire to create a micro-community that one can belong to, because we’re a tribal species. But there is a limit to the control of one, because it becomes its own entity and grows and expands. That is a problem in the greater community, due to some parts of it growing faster than others, and the problems caused when some aren’t ready to give that type of respect or control to individuals. I can appreciate the desire to create a community, to which we, as individuals, can belong. But when we focus on the issues we seek to fix, we ultimately set ourselves up for a downfall when the community grows and leaves us behind.

Heh, Alice Cooper kicks ass. But we already knew that. Too bad Paul Begala really needs to stock up on his rock history if he’s asking whether Alice is a “has been” or a “never was”. I think I’m liking Carville the closer we get to the election.

Heh, been over at the Polytheistic Hearth boards, to be reminded how much I’m slacking in my research. *grin* As I now have multitudes of free-time, I should start writing the physical work, thus far, down. I’m kinda irked, because I was developing my theories as I worked on people at the hotel. I’ll have to tap some of my grove elders to toss theories around and practice on them.

*note to self* remember to email them to discuss a new meeting night.

I love the fact that my goals with my body work are starting to show, however, the recovery after each session is getting more and more excrutiating. I’m still not able to spend lengths of time standing up, and all I feel is the throbbing in my ankles, as well as the twitching in my hips. My knees still hurt, but I have to agree with my therapist…it’s the result of the changes and the muscles are still in their adjustment phase. Though, I’m happy that I can move my knee caps now, haven’t been able to do that in about 7 years.

Today I was yelled at by WB. I forgive it, because of issues that she’s projecting on to me, so it’s not a big deal, mostly amusing. Her claim is that I constantly berate and demean her. This was a reaction that started with MM’s new bitch, basically WB telling this kid that it’s ok to make mistakes, we all do. So I turned around and said, “Yeah, she should know, she made the most of them.” Complete with the usually absent pixie grin that says “I’m just fucking with ya.” She turns around and says I make more than she does, and brings up the $50 under-charge. That promptly brings the, “come up with a different example” comment and she says I’m being overly sensitive. Yeah, I’m being overly sensitive, I’m quite sensitive about any mistake I make as a result of being deaf. I convey this in a not-so-nice manner. Which escalates to me always demeaning her and every word out of my mouth is reminding her how stupid she is. SL hears most of this, and decides that our “issues” need to be discussed. So he sends me after her, I confront her, she makes her claim and I listen, and debate. I ask for examples she gives the one that just happened. I told her that I was smiling and joking, she argues this. Etc. etc. Now, this is the woman who spent the greater part of the WTs first month making them feel like idiots to the point neither of the two like her.

So anyway, seems my dry sense of humour has gotten progressively crusty, to the point where WB can’t tell the difference between my jokes and my serious comments. 10 minutes later, SL starts making comments straight to her lack of foresight after taking her car next door to get the oil changed, and finding them closed. So yeah. I’m the bad guy. Granted, I treat most people like they’re idiots, so why she thinks I might be singling her out is beyond me. The sad part, is I’m damned nice to most of the people I work with, and put up with a ton of shit (it all ends up here). So I’ve decided to treat her with kid gloves, all the way down to the b.s. ego boosting they do in grade school (Oh yes, that’s absolutely wonderful, what is it?). Yeah. This’ll be fun.