On Religion

Those of you who know me or have been reading in recent times know that I call myself religiously, what is known as Wicca. One of the things I appriciate about tis label is that it allows me to believe what makes sense to me, and I have to say that my faith runs deep. It is complicated to explain, and it is not really all that inportant to this post, but basically, although I am polytheistic, it is because I recognise that The energy we refer to as God appears to people in many different way so that we can better understand the multifacited thing that is the universal energy that drives life. If you look at all religions, there is a common thread. Although I imagine that I will have some argument as to my theories, I believe that a person's faith is so integral to who they are, and so private, that any discussion will likely diminish the true meaning of what they are feeling. Not to say that I will not discuss it, I enjoy and intelligent conversation, I just feel as though words cannot describe the personal connection I have with that universal energy.
I choose, for various reasons, now that I am older (I needed to tell everyone when I first discovered Wicca. It's been about 12 years since then. I've learned to keep quiet unless asked), not to dicuss my religion with most people, and although Wicca is a religious practice that has gatherings, I choose to remain solitary. One reason for this I have outlined above. My faith is deeply personal and cannot be explained without some frustration on my part, just as I cannot explain how it feels to love, or laugh. it just is.
The other reason is this; I think I am a snob. I think I am a snob because I don't tend to like most witchy folk I run into. Don't get me wrong, I don't feel this way about all, I am a regular reader at a couple of Wiccan sites and I feel connected to the community. I enjoy wiccan authors (usually). I am all for pagan rights. But I have no interest in joining up with a Coven. I don't generally reveal myself to others, and I get cranky when they start in with ritual talk.
Yesterday there were a couple of men discussing how many lives they had been here and how one of them didn't think he was coming back. And how many eons/lives they had alreday been here. Good for them. The need to discuss it tells me they need a few more to get humble. But, it is not my place to voice this. I merely pointed out that the length of a life is negotiable. I did not point out that some learn quicker than others.
One of them felt the need to "teach" me the uses of a broom. (I always set them on thier handle so the bristles don't get bent and he noticed this) Brooms are wonderful tools. And yes, they have their use in ritual, and no, I don't generally do the ritual thing, but I do respect my broom. and other people's brooms. a good broom is a wonderful thing to have. Bad brooms piss me off. I recognise their symbology. I am amused by and embrace the popular vision of a witch on her broom. I don't see the need to teach everyone what you know. There is a reason magical knowlage was once referred to as "mysteries".
I know it isn't the faith but the people I meet. And there was a time that I sought people of my faith. Perhaps that is my lesson. To be tolerant. I have already learned To be Silent.

Rare News

So, as I was reading this article: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/9773073/ I was reminded of a quote from Finding Nemo, (which, as I love to brag, is fantastic to watch on my Big Screen TV) when Marlin says the following to Dorie,

"There are some fish, who just cause delays. They're called Delay Fish..."

Fitting, don't you think?

Updates

Went to the sporting goods store to peek at the shoe salesman, but since all the men in the shoe department were brown, I don't think he was there (My mom said he was a blonde)

My nail lady renamed my mom "Chuck" as in Woolery. I will now be referring to my mother as Chuck. she doesn't know that yet.

My fingernails glow in the dark. Very cool when I am showing people, not so cool when I am trying to go to sleep and there are apparently disembodied fingernails in bed with me. My coworker did point out, though, that this could make for an interesting evening if I had a boyfriend. but since I don't, and I'm not likely to have one before my two weeks with this color is up, I guess we just won't know.

never mind it's not better

becasue at least Jack has someone to feed him, whereas I don't, so being a caged bunny is actually better than being single.

conversation continued...

"I guess with Jack running willy nilly all the time, then being single would no longer be better than being a rabbit."

The plan is to get him a flea collar and a leash so he can go outside. and when I get my apartment, he can be out more.

wow. This has the makings of a porno.

In the spirit (no pun intended) of Vaginamonsters, someone found me by searching "Haunted Coochie". take that a little bit further in your head, and you get, um, eew. I think the makings of a 99 cent porno!

Another brilliant quote

"So I guess, lack of fornication aside, it's better to be a single person than a bunny in a cage."

I have never been so greatful for a dead cell phone

My mom called me last night all excited.

She was excited to tell me that she obtained a phone number for me. From a man. My firt thought, was, "Oh my goodness, Handsome Richard wants me to call!!" Not so much. Apparently she hit it off really well with the guy who sold her her new tennis shoes. (Crap. it's Al Bundy) But since she is not available, she told him all about her single daughter who looks just like her (only prettier. thanks momi) and is really nice and oh can I give her your number? which wierded him out, but he gave it to her, and Gina, this is better than the internet! (yeah, it's the Mominet). Oh and my step dad was chiming in since they were bluetoothing it in the car. I'll put Lee's inout in parenthasis. "He was really nice and cute, and not at all like that other guy (T) no, E, they are in different places those two and he has a little bit of a gut (No he didn't) but just a little bit (he did not!) and he's kind of a big guy (he's taller than me)he's not skinny (but he's not fat) a bigger guy, you know? and he has a really great personality (yeah, really good personality, you should go for this one. I'll take you to the store and buy a T Shirt so you can see) ((uh, he'll recognise you)) (no he won't. he would recognise your mom, but not me)Anyway, I'm not sure that he likes to do all the things that you like to do but...

All the while, I was banging my head on my steering wheel. Eventually I tuned them out, just as my cell phone died. And I was in tears. well, almost. I felt so pathetic that my mom has to get me numbers because I don't get my own. But at the same time, I get really upset when the subject of dating anyone comes up which tells me I'm really not ready to go there. I know I should, it would be healthy. I don't seem to want to. AND how pathetic am I that my mom gets numbers for me, and who is he that he gave it to her? Maybe he is adventurous and thought he would give it a chance. There's a little voice in my head that says I should at least go and look at him.

Update: my mom's assistant just brought me the number. Boy roomie says the issue isn't my looks, it's the way I meet people (not at all) Thanks boy roomie. and everyone else thinks it's all very funny.

This must be why I keep wanting to go red.

Your Hair Should Be Red

Passionate, fiery, and sassy. You're a total smart aleck who's got the biggest personality around.

What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?

Thanks Cate. (who's a blue. and literally. sweet!)

My boss made me cry (again)

Our battery powered doorbell occationaly goes off by itself. Today, it did so several times in a row. And my boss yelled accross the room, "Theresa! Quit playing with the Dong!" then he realized what he said. the look on his face was priceless.

weekend update

Made Caramel Friday Night. Baked it onto chocolate chip cookies and took them to T at work on Saturday. In protest to being called an old lady by boy roomie, girl roomie and I went streaking in our backyard. we are no longer old ladies. No, we weren't drinking, it was my idea, and yes, I am embarrassed that boy roomie saw me nakid. Finished a sewing project and watched somewhere near 5 movies yesterday.

Someone useing my bathroom does not wipe up the pee on the seat, or lid if there are drips. My formerly pink sink is crusted with white toothpaste. The plumbing sings. I don't know why. Something broke my bedroom window. I think the fish smell in the fridge is from the home canned tuna boy roomie partially consumes then sticks in the fridge, with a loosley wrapped piect of plastic wrap on it. But that could just be me guessing. I would move next month if I could.

Top Ten List Changes

So it appears that Orlando has fallen from his #1 spot on account of he's looking gaunt lately. And we've had some additions and subtractions. Here's the current list:

1. Colin Firth
2. Tom Welling
3. John Schnieder
4. Ryan Reynolds
5. Orlando Bloom (because he's still beautiful in Pirates)
6. Jet Li

I read my "disorders"

and I don't thinkI like that game anymore. Funny, most of those contradict each other. But honestly, to say that believeing in magic and psychic phenomina make you a nut? I don't have anything poilte to say about that.

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid Personality Disorder:	Low
Schizoid Personality Disorder:	Low
Schizotypal Personality Disorder:	Moderate
Antisocial Personality Disorder:	Low
Borderline Personality Disorder:	Low
Histrionic Personality Disorder:	High
Narcissistic Personality Disorder:	Moderate
Avoidant Personality Disorder:	High
Dependent Personality Disorder:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder:	Moderate
-- Take the Personality Disorder Test -- -- Personality Disorder Info --

Thank you Julie for giving me yet another way to avoid working.

Other people's opinions

I have guilt.

a friend of mine used to work with me. I have known her former boss for many years and have always liked him. However, he is the reason she sought other employment. All of her talk of how badly he treated her helped me to develop an aversion to the man.

So Yesterday, I meet him in the hall. And he says to me, "Hello, my friend" but quietly, like he was afraid to tell me he thinks of me as a friend. And my heart melted. Because while I have never been rude, in my mind, and in the slight changes in attitude I have exhibited, I have not been a very good friend to this man who, I don't really think has very many friends.

And I was admonished for not remembering that there are two sides to every story, and that other people's opinions should not affect my own. That it is important to me to be kind to everyone (within reason)because I know how much every little kindness means to me and uplifts my day. So I appriciate the lesson, because I think it was the universe talking to me through my friend. And every time I start to be snobby based on the stories of someone else, I hope that I hear this man, in his shy little voice say to me, "Hello, my friend" and put me back in my place.

here's a horrible thought

99 cent store porn.


and a funny story of someone dear to me:

Went to a friend's office yesterday to drop something off for him. I commented on his new space. He mentioned that it was so cold in there in the mornings that he could't move his fingers. Then he asked, "Do you want to see my heater?" "sure," I replied as he reached under his desk. And then, he pulled out a toaster. He explained thus:

"I was so cold the other day that I thought I should get a heater. Then I was walking past the refrigerator, and I saw this and I snagged it. It warms me up and turns itself off after a minute or two, automatically! The only bad part is, (as he leaned over and sniffed his knee) now my pants smell like onion bagel"

These are the people in my neighborhood.

Dear Self,

Next time you are going to mork late, please remember that it takes an hour for your scanner to warm up. so don't let it turn itself off.

Also, when sending correspondence to CLINT, don't forget the "N". I don't think he will find that as amusing as you do right now.

Dear New Project Manager,

I would like you to know that I have the utmost faith in my bossed to hire intellegent, knowlegable people. I do not need you to tell me you are astute. With the exception of your sleeping office mate, the people here are excellent at what they do. So please stop telling me that you are smart. Meanwhile, I controlledmyself nicely this time, but if you try flirting with me again, I might have to lean over my dutch door and puke on your shoes. Telling me you came over to see my smile will not make me swoon. By the way, yesterday, your office smelled like rotton tomatoes.

I got noticed!!

I'm flattered and proud to announce that someone actually liked something I said! and they don't even know me! (This is not to discount all of you who respond with such wonderful insight on my blog.) But I actually got quoted! Actually, it's a neat site so here it is: http://glitteringstew.com/muse/

More madness later.

For all the smurf haters out there

you know who you are. I have to say, though, that if I were a smurf, I'd be Handy. What about you?