Reading your Posts…

I have been reading and following the posted blogs and I swear I wish there was more time in a day to read them all. You are all such great writer’s. I hope I deliver with the same excellence and intrigue. Some have me floored. So much feeling & depth expressed. It’s amazing and you are all wonderful.

If any of you are wondering if what you write is touching anyone, the answer is YES!!!!!

Thank you and keep going. 😉

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Lost & (hoping to be) found

Where has Angel gone?

Her smile I see once in a while, her laugh is fading
Her passion for Life stayed behind.

I for one miss her a lot.
Probably more so than anyone else
Seem to be only one reaching out & trying to hold onto her.

Of course, she’s important to me, more so than to anyone else…

Without her I cease to be me. And if I am not me anymore why should anyone want to reach out to an empty shell?

Maybe so the shell wouldn’t be so empty…
But I cannot put that on anyone
I am the one that lost her.

Am I the only one that misses her though?

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Oopsa Bloggsy

I haven’t lost my mind or have I?

My keyboard on the tablet is acting up so I took to writing that last blog How far down does that cliff go? on my phone but somewhere it took a change in direction & I forgot which blogsite I was in. [Meant for thatsjustdandilion]

Did you know it wasn’t there?

For some reason I only have two of my blog sites on the phone, so if you’re confused… It was mine.

And did you know it doesnt transfer to devices. If you write it in drafts on your tablet it wont transfer to your phone or from your phone to your tablet? 

I sure didn’t.

What seems to be the Problem here?

I’ll have to do some investigative research & fix that if its in the settings. If its the app its self then its entirely possible that will happen again…just so ya know.

Even though they say never apologize… I offer mine. My apologies… You are likely to read this where it was intended to go in the first…second place. The first place was supposed to be here til I took a sharp turn, then had a blackout & mild amnesia forgetting where I was. 

How far down does that cliff go?

Everytime I try to give Chief Running Things the benefit of the doubt or give him credit for the places & times he does step up, he Texas two steps backwards.

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Thank you to my Followers

I would like to take the time to sincerely Thank all those that have read and been following my blogs here on wordpress and via Twitter links. Truth be told it makes me feel less alone in my struggles and to know that people from all over the country and across the Pond are enjoying what little ole me has to say.

My cousin and very bestest friend advised me early on in my blogging to write for me and not be concerned whether I had followers or not. Yet once in a while I’ll catch myself deleting some my posts. An effect of self critizm . my apologies but my google keyboard is still acting up.

IF IT WILL ALLOW ME TO AT LEAST LEAVE YOU ALL WITHE  ONE MORE heart felt  Thank you. 
(Crazy keyboard..every two letters it stops. Grrr!

Please feel free to check out my other blogs:

IcansoEmpathize.wordpress.com

The Struggling Genius

EpidemicInsanity.wordpress.com

thatsjustdandilion.worpress.com

Much Love Everybody  

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What’s the joke, It isn’t easy being a Pimp these days? { expanded }

It isn’t easy being a Pimp these days, try being me right now. My google keyboard and external keeps failing. that is as far as I was able to type. I think it was due to an update. I went thru the tablet and deleted a few apps then uninstalled the google update and now she is typing like a good little tablet.

Besides the wacky keyboard issue, hell showed up in my body yesterday and doesn’t seem to wanna leave. Yesterday I spent a short amount of time on my workshop Accepting the Love You Deserve. This morning I clowned around with my blog sites and scared myself. I feel kinda stupid about it now but I can laugh at myself, so we’ll call it a learning experience.

So yesterday I was ready to head to Staples and buy some much needed ink for my printer to print up my workshop. But the phone company sent me a nice little message that felt slightly mobbish, “Make a payment in the next 24 hours or we’re shutting you down”. Well I need my phone so I made arrangements to pay them in 48 hours , but here’s the clincher, I promised an amount I wont have because I was having brain hiccup. I had that number in my head for the ink, trying to remember what the ink thingies run and when I called the phone company that number was sitting on my frontal lobe like a kid tangling their feet over in the wading waters and it didn’t dawn on me til after the fact.

It actually didn’t occur to me til I was trying to figure out if I should just let it go and pay for the domain on one of my other blogs so I can do the wordads for revenue. Or should I buy supplies to rebuild the board game I created? But my accounts are password linked to my phone so I have to pay it. It may not be as troubling or difficult as choosing between buying groceries or paying the whole rent amount but it is cause I have a truck load of cash in a very limited amount of time to come up with. Aren’t we all?

I don’t mean to bitch or imply I have it harder than anyone else. I know very well that’s not true. I’m just trying to find the way out of this mess I’m in. One would think that someone with my talents, skills, creative and Intuitive nature I would have no problem making a living, getting a job or bringing money in from all directions. But that just hasn’t been the case, which makes me get down on myself and all this pressure paralyze me.

Probably doesn’t sound like anyone that knows anything about accepting the love they deserve, does it? I assure you its not like that. I very well know my worth & what I bring to the table. My problem lies in all the things that get piled on me and the physical issues I’ve been having this year. And I have got to live in the Cheapest Minded town in America. Honestly, I have never seen anything like it.

So here I am trying to decide what to do with my nominal amount of money. Pay half a bill or take a chance and invest in a domain that could then create a cash flow? Or buy the ink cartridges and promote the hell out of my workshops? And how do I that without my phone? How they going to call me? I know the board game is going to take a little more than the redesign. That’s going to require patent lawyers and whatnot. I really don’t understand why the ink cost more than the printers.

Of course add to that a half brain dead ( I say that with all the love in the Universe) kid that needs constant direction of what to do and how to do it and Chief Running Things constantly asking me what I’m doing while I’m writing (typing) when I get to write anymore. We have had a houseful of couch potatoes and unless I stay up all night to write which I can’t do often, I haven’t had much opportunity in the last two weeks. But I’m under the weather today and taking a forced break. It isn’t going to feel like one tomorrow or the next day though.

So if this is what it’s like being a pimp, no it certainly is not easy. LOL. Laugh at yourself, laugh often and laugh hard & loud… Or how else are you going to make it through Life in one piece, without blowing your own brains to smithereens.

How fast can you get Somewhere from Nowhere?

When your money is funny but you arent laughing, what do you do?

You get creative & you get busy fast. Or do you?

Do you pause & freeze up, not knowing which direction to move with?

You know you have to do something….

You scramble, you research, you search the net for ways to come up with it fast.

Is it just me or is that a major distraction that rarely pays off?

I have items for sale:
Antique Armoire
Hanging Medicine Cabinet
Bike (that I really dont want to part with)
I have ads for services;
Massage
Office Work
Child Care
Housekeeping
Intuitive readings
Life Coaching
Workshops

While trying to make a name & hopefully living as a blogger. Don’t even ask how that’s not going!

I even became an Ordained Minister online.

I dont even know what to do with that but its there.

I have offered myself up for just about everything legit…

And still nothing more than niblets come my way.

It cant stay that way…

I have had a lot of help in the last 7 months. My Mom who is always there for me needs my help now.

Any ideas how to earn $18,000 in five months & $3,000 of that in 5 days?

The Messenger Cards say my good is coming in and to prepare for it. I am prepared.

I am prepared to take my Mother’s worries away & show her she can count on other’s. 

I am prepared to settle my debts as well & not get myself in a mess like that again.

I am prepared for a harvest so BIG my family can breathe easy after laboring so hard for so long.

Bring IT On!

I am so Prepared to make good & multiply the riches coming my way.

BRING IT ON, I am so READY!!!

AND THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING!!!

Teen scientist harnesses sun power to help Navajo community

This girl rocks… Teen scientist harnesses sun power to help Navajo community.

It’s funny how the mind works, isn’t it?

Isn’t it just the way sometimes you are ready to create something wonderful and it all comes to a screaching halt when all of a sudden someone with a pissy attitude walks into your space and gaseous contaminated fumes are choking you and the smog of their discontent is so thick you can’t see the door to run?

This maybe as far as I get today. But certainly not what I had in mind. Although, I don’t know that the blog I had in mind was going to be anymore genuis than this display of infectious dismay.

Oh how I wish I was not SO susceptible to other people’s moods and internal self turmoil. Now I know why so many creative type people live on their own away from others or go into seclusion.

My day got sidewinded when I checked my phone & evil emails which sucked up the time I wanted to go walking, by time I got around to picking out clothes for the day, I discovered I was out of clean fitting chones (how did that happen, I wonder). I was able to find some buried in my underbed storage. Still I kept a fun mood. I learned my nephew would be coming for a visit.

He has a severe mental illness and when he’s fine he’s fine when he’s not, Dear God, everyone is on alert. But a family member fussed & cussed and pushed him out of the door of their home and now we can’t find him { we are however 90 miles from anywhere he was last seen this morning }. He self medicates, which adds to the mental problems and no doubt a large contributing cause. I’m not saying he was “medicated’ this morning when he showed up there but th efact that he does, that member with his own anxieties was advised by the police to not let him come to the house at all or help him in anyway [because we all know how successful law enforcement has been in handling the Mentally Ill (Half of Police Shootings Involve People with Mental Illness. Look it up on the internet. I was going to point one fellow out but as I pulled up deaths of mentally ill by police I read 500 mentally ill people die at the hands of police per year. stating, “No one seems to care”.)

I don’t believe that’s true. Our system is so screwy our hands are tied. First you have HIPPA laws preventing family from getting the information we need to help our loved ones. Then you have law enforcement that have NOT been properly trained in dealing with mentally ill individuals. And then you have those rogue Officers that think Mentally Ill people are easy targets for shooting practice and punching bags. If that’s not enough, they are not generally covered by any decent insurance to get them the help they need, Government Medical Programs are awful, let’s face it. Then of course there’s the issue of your crazy relative thinking they aren’t mentally unstable, because one, who wants to face that fact & two, they get better on meds when forced to take them due to a forced lock up; jail or psychiatric, but don’t realize or wish to face that it is the meds that got them level. Still some choose not to take medication because of the side effects.

Now when you are out of it mentally you aren’t aware of much. When you come too and you feel croggy or lethargic no sane person wants to feel like that 24/7 so crazy becomes their comfortable norm. Hmm,well I certainly didn’t expect this to become a blog about the injustices of the Mental Health Epidemic.And for all my brillance that no one ever heeds, I have no answers at all to this Mental Health Plaque. I pray my nephew is okay. Unfortunately it is all I can do for him right now.

Back to my regular irregular blogging…

Still I was home alone, restructuring my plans for the day and still I was ready to rock ‘n roll til Mr. Crabby pants returned to the scene and his emitting pissiness is permeating into everything. Ick!

I can do all the energy blocking tricks the world has to offer but nothing ever prepares me for warding off the negative vibes of someone Bound & Determined to be in a nasty mood. I don’t think I have to move to the place were hermits dwell but a place of my own to create & flourish isn’t too much to hope for, is it?

He retreated to a closed corner of the house and returned a short while later in better Spirits. I guess his mood was annoying him too. 😉

We take this as a sign that if you can’t stand your own craziness, you aren’t as crazy you you might think and if you can’t see it you have crossed that threshold and Lord help you and your Loved Ones.

A place to call my own

What am I doing here
Gotta break free
Gotta escape..

Its not that I’m not loved
It isn’t that I’m unwelcomed.
I just gotta go

I gotta flea from here somehow…
I have to find my voice, feel comfortable in my own unique space.

A place to create
A place to Write
A place to mediate
A place to be a 100% Me.
A place I won’t ever hide myself.

Oh to be in a place where the space is filled with exactly who I am & where I wanna be.
A place just for me to paint or write or vacuum all night Or sleep or rock out or bounce ideas off the wall all day.

As well as a place all my friends & family like to be as long as they understand there is a time they must leave.

A place I can give readings & set up a Healing room…

A Healing room just for You. A space outside of your place you too can feel at Home too.

Oh a place with a quaint little garden and the house all decced out in oddly girly couture.

A place where open mind & fresh ideas have a red carpet laid out for them…

With the scent of fresh flowers outside the flower boxed windows & the sweet smells of Grandma’s avena to make this place reak of Home. 

With a sign my dear friend  made proudly displayed at my front door that simply states, Welcome to Angel’s Place

Where everyone drinks from wine glasses but none is ever served & meals are always provided on fine china & eaten with plastic forks.

I kid you on that… I just want you to have fun in this space of my own I’ll call Home.

Written By,
D.A.D.