2021

A Trip To the 412

After a 20 year hiatus, I returned to Pennsylvania this past weekend that we made a long weekend. It was strange to be back at first. There is simply so much that has changed, but duh, it’s been 20 years since you’ve been there. With the whole pandemic thing going on, we didn’t end up taking the anniversary vacation we really wanted (an all-inclusive, likely in Mexico) oh, and my passport issue, lol, but we still managed to get out of town and we had a great time.

20210607_114336 — Your virtual tour awaits…not really.

See how nice I am? I even gave you pictures that you don’t have to work hard for. I give. What can I say?

I’d been hesitant to return. I had a picture in my mind that I didn’t want to see. The day that we were going to head out to the country, I was antsy as all get out. Basically, I didn’t want to be depressed by the area. Fortunately, it looks pretty good. I mean, I definitely stayed in the areas that I knew wouldn’t suck (so I didn’t go to Monessen, Donora, Smithton, Charleroi LOL) but I did drive past the old house. I was really expecting the nostalgia to hit me once we started down our road but there was nothing. It seems that I have fully moved past everything about being there. That chapter is closed. I didn’t even have a desire to have our land back. The whole book is closed and I might have thrown it in the fireplace. See ya!

Going back to PA made me realize that no, I definitely don’t want to live there, but visits are good. There really is a lot going on over there these days, but I just don’t think it’s enough to make me want to be there 24/7/365. That is NOT to say that I love it where I am. I do not. But it is where we are and it is where we’re staying so I deal with it.

After seeing all the everything over there, it has certainly made me want to see what the fuck is around here besides elderly folks. I think I’ve reached my limit of nothingness. I think that now is the time (after being here for like 2.5 years) to find some local parks for some morning grounding. Hopefully I can avoid fire ants. Ugh. I just. Ugh. I hate it here.

Anywho, it’s just a couple days into the new month and that’s always a good time to keep things poppin. Got my long string ready for lots of wand practice and a little hoop challenge thrown in there too. I’m feeling the flow arts I do believe. I gotta be feeling something, ya heard? Things have a tendency to go downhill fast (like I’m on roller skates….I have those too, lol) if I don’t have some sort of something to place my focus. I wouldn’t say I’m ADHD but I certainly have some focus issues. Case in point, I had this open in two windows and I thought that I lost all of this post. I was super mad and wasn’t going to re-do it. HA! Glad I found it.

Ok, I gotta go. I’m very behind schedule for my day and sitting here trying to pound out more words ain’t helping. Hope you’re humping on hump day.

Tales From Brunswick 51

When I tell you that the idea for this blog post came to me at about 3 in the morning, I’m not even joking. The amazement that I actually remembered it 8 hours later is something I’m still working on moving past. I think I was trained from a fairly young age to remember things I’ve been told when I’m half asleep.

As a kid, my dad used to give us directions for the day before he left for work. Before the sun came up. We’re talking before 6am here and you’re waking a teenager from a dead sleep to give instructions (NEVER write them down. That’s a sign of weakness. Also, no calculators. Use your head.) that you fully expect to be completed when you return from work and you better believe there would be hell to pay if one failed. But I’m getting off track.

Still as a kid, we spent an absolute ton of time at the bowling alley. I can remember my parents going to their league on Sunday nights and we had a sitter and we watched the Muppet Show. As we got a little older, we got to go to the alleys with them and that’s where the fun began.

Then, and still now, I LOVED pinball. One day I plan to own a machine, but that’s a story for another post. Well, of course there were pinball machines in the bowling alley. On occasion, I’d have a quarter or two to play but I also liked to just watch other people play. One evening, there were some scary looking biker dudes hogging the pinball machine. They were there for HOURS. It seemed like hours to me as a kid although it probably wasn’t. When they finally left, I made my way over to the machine and saw that they had left credits on it. Like A LOT of credits. Which I commenced to burn through. And then they came back. They were shooting fire out of their eyes but were nice enough to not kill me.

Another time, I was swinging myself around a handrail and completely bashed my head on a bench. That might have been my first concussion. I would write stories for my parents’ friends, just off the cuff, they’d give me a topic and I’d write them a little ditty. My stellar math skills enabled me to learn to keep score. Adults who didn’t know me would try to come and shoosh me away from the scorekeeping table and those who did would set them straight.

I once broke bowling etiquette when I was an actual bowler. It was terrible. Someone was bowling almost a 300. I was young. I didn’t know that I wasn’t supposed to take my turn and let him finish. I DIDN’T KNOW!!! Ugh. He didn’t get a 300.

On a particularly silly evening, my mom was spinning around in a circle, twirling her skirt. Spinning, spinning, spinning, until….thunk. Oops. In all that spinning, she didn’t see the guy who was trying to walk by and she basically punched him in the balls. Mom’s a gem. Here’s another. There was a gentleman whose eyes were crossed. It seemed that mom was unaware of his situation and yelled at him to look at her when she was talking to him. HA!

I don’t get a lot of dad stories in, but the bowling alley has one for him. See, dad had false teeth. And he LOVED to scare little kids with them by halfway popping them out of his mouth. Well it was all fun and games until the time he popped a little too hard and his dentures fell out onto the floor. Fucking hilarious.

I’m gonna have to make a second part of this as the memories surface because I know there will be more. But that’s enough giggles for today. I’ve got a plane to catch. Back to the natal chart either tomorrow or Monday. Peace!

Way Back Wednesday

Maaaaaaan, I loved this show when I was a kid. Yeah, parts of it were sad (I don’t really remember it as such, but looking back at it and listening to the lyrics, yeah, it was sad) but I still loved it. They stayed drawing my man like he was high as a kite too.

This wasn’t even the video I was going to start with today. I was leaning toward another song that was John Denver and then Peter, Paul, and Mary showed up and I knew I had to hear Puff. Cue the Barbara…*memories…of the times we left behind…*

It’s another rocking busy day here in SpinzLand. What do you think of that to encompass everything? Or perhaps SpinzWorld. I kinda like that. The brand is always at the back of my mind, y’all! So the busy and the John Denver come together with leaving on a jet plane. Typically, I wouldn’t say hey I’m going on vacation and my house is empty, but the way we are set up here, we basically can’t fart without the neighbors hearing it, so I am unconcerned about anyone trying to get in. Also, none of you know or care where I live.

Today, I’m going to try to make my packing lists and then get stuff in bags. Of course, finish this post. Make sure everything is charged up. Gonna throw some work in there as usual. Ah, and some WordPress. Oh, and the chiropractor because my hips and knees are on my last damn nerve. That should pretty much push me right through to 5 o’clock when I chill for 45 minutes before diving into making tonight’s beef and mushroom risotto. Hardly ever sitting still. Ooooh, I also need to restring my leviwand because longstring love!

Ok, back to the natal chart from yesterday. We talked sun and moon. Today, let’s look at some planets, namely Mercury, Venus, and Mars. Everything has its own meaning. Mercury is about communication, Venus is about interests and attractions, and Mars is about that action. Let’s dive on in.

Mercury, as I mentioned, is about communication. Your style of it and your negotiation skills/tactics. Here we go with the good:

Humorous
Believes everything teaches you something
Detail-oriented
Great organizer
Good manual dexterity
Enjoys speaking and writing
Loves to debate
Prone to exaggerate

The meh:

Mind always “on”
Misses bigger point
Hypochondriac
Critical
Argumentative
Provoking

Now, I don’t know what my manual dexterity has to do with my communication style unless it’s directly related to my middle finger. But yeah, the meh stuff is correct again. I do like to poke the bear for shits and giggles. But let’s not dwell. Moving right along to Venus. The goddess of love. Which then makes sense that Venus is about the emotions. That encompasses a really broad range of stuff, but values and desires kinda sums it up. Let’s see where we stand with the good:

Happy abroad (NOT a happy broad, lol)
Passionate
Highly creative
Generous
Approachable
Trustworthy
Reputable

And the yikes:

Appears standoffish
Rule breaker
“Grass is greener” mentality
Socially awkward
Need to learn moderation
Frivolous

Well, I mean, yeah kinda? Forever generous with my money but very stingy with my time. I’m not gonna go point by point and explain how these things fit me, but just know that they do. Let’s finish up for today with Mars. The god of war. Knowing that really makes it fit that these traits are about how I take action and all my crazy energy. Ready to rock:

Spontaneous
Enjoys challenges
No hidden agendas
Resourceful
Has strength to overcome hurdles

And the maybe take a nap:

Impulsive
Bad at follow through
Impatient with slow action
Rude/impatient
Lacking desire to put myself or my interests first
Erratic energy levels

Yeah, well. I am who I am, lol. There is a lot of truth in these words. A LOT. It’s amusing to me that when I’m typing this out, different scenarios come to mind that relate. I’ve lived a LIFE lemme tell ya. It probably deserves a book. And maybe I’ll even write it one day. I guess blogging regularly is the best way to go about getting the writing juices flowing again. The ideas are there, just that fifth bad bullet point for Mars is kicking my ass all the time.

The list of things to do isn’t getting any longer as I sit here chatting with you, so I’ll likely see you tomorrow. But no promises, because vacation.

Oh, hell.

This is the sound of me not getting things done. Damn it! I had 100% good intentions and everything really just flew out the window the moment the work day started. Schedule? Nope, not today. I’m still trying to get work things done in between paragraphs here. Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping, into the future.

Holidays are, apparently, bad for my mojo. I really don’t need a day off of my routine because it seems to make it that much more difficult to pick up where I left off. I live in a perpetual catch-22 of ‘do everything and burn out’ or ‘do nothing and be mad about it’. There’s no happy medium. There never is. I’m working on finding it, but I also keep adding things to my list. There are at least 2 other things for my list for today and about 100 minutes to get them done. And those are really just the “I REALLY gotta get these things done today” things. There are other things that are important, but not at this level and unfortunately, one of them may get done first simply because my brain needs a break.

While I break, I still think, I just think about random things which usually means astrology. Perhaps you’ve had your birth chart done, perhaps not, but it’s a fun little thing to do if you know what time you were born. Now, do I fully believe that for each hour period of any given day in, basically, history, that when each of us were born we had a little bit of glitter sprinkled on us that gave us the same traits as everyone else born in that little period of time? Huh. Well, I guess now that I put it that way, it’s kind of a cool way to think about it and maybe I do believe that.

Regardless of what you believe (because this is MY space on the internet, after all), sometimes birth charts hit some things right on the nose. Some things are super off, and of course, some things are a yes one day and a no the next because, hello, have you met me?

There are almost 30 little sections that make up my birth chart from the website where I got it. I think I want to talk a little about all of the sections, but certainly not all at once. I have other things I need to do yet, remember? Let’s maybe look at a few.

Most people know their Sun sign. It’s the sign you identify as if/when you read your horoscope and it’s based on just your birthday. It’s the heart of your identity based on what’s important to you both internally and externally. Each of the sections of my birth chart has a whole lengthy piece with some generalities about positives and negatives and a kind of summary. I’m a Sagittarius. A fire sign.

The good:

Enthusiastic
Idealistic
Warm-hearted
Independent
Curious
Fair-minded
Strong negotiator
Infectious optimism

The not-so-good:

Too adventurous
May leave things to chance
May take risks that cause problems
Rebellious
Sometimes tactless
Quick tempered
Lack focus and can be indecisive

SHOTS FIRED!!

Damn! I guess I gotta take the good with the bad because it’s all me, but those bads are soooooo me. On this round, natal chart: 1, me: 0. Let’s see what the moon has to say.

Your moon sign is representative of your really inner shit. How you take care of yourself and how you show it to everyone else. I think that your moon sign is always opposite your sun sign. Don’t shoot me if I’m wrong. You got here, you know how to use the internet to look it up. My moon sign is opposite my sun sign, meaning I have the moon in Gemini. You know Gemini is the twins, right? And this is my inner shit? Yeah, there’s definitely two mofos fighting it out in there. Well, moon, show me the money.

The good:

Witty
Well-informed
Adaptable
Realistically optimistic which contributes to my “luck”
Fun to be around
Tolerant
Generous

And the not-so-good:

Restless
Pay too much attention to others losing focus on what I want to do
Moody
Poor follow-up on ideas
Indecision

Well, the moon didn’t get the gun out, but social media, no matter how much I need it to be in touch with y’all, is the not-so-good bullet number two. Number 4 is another one that is a real sore spot for me. I know all of these things about myself, but it’s kinda strange to have a piece of paper based on where stars were at the time I was born be so accurate. Oh no! Am I a BASIC SAGITTARIUS?!?! Ha. There’s surely no such thing.

Come back tomorrow when I’ll be ducking shots from Mercury, Venus, and Mars. If I can sustain my well-being, maybe Jupiter too. See ya then!

Purple Friday

The rabbit hole! I started with Steve Miller but then I got sidetracked by Tom Petty which had Prince’s fine ass which then led me to today’s video. His Excellence. The Prince of Lake Minnetonka. The Purple One. Such a great musician loss. Quite possibly the best Superbowl performance there ever was also.

With The Purple One’s guitar playing gently in the background, let the congregation say ROCO! For yes, my friends, we have made it through another week and almost to another weekend. We have braved the atrocities of the work week, be they computer glitches or annoying co-workers. You have faithfully eaten that meal-prepped lunch all week (or not, lol). Stand up, my friends. Rejoice in your success! Know that you have arrived. Can I get a ROCO?!?!

Completely seriously, this week has flown by. Every day is really rolling right along as I’ve continued to work into my daily schedule for additional learning and being great. I feel like each day, I’m figuring out something new that’s going to help me build my brand. I don’t have a specific product or anything, but I don’t really need one either. I do lots of things. I can probably do your thing if you ask. Jill-of-all-trades, Mistress to none, Domme of your man. Bwahahaha.

One of the things I’m learning is WordPress so I can eventually make some changes to this site so it looks exactly as I want it to, rather than dealing with someone else’s premade stuff. You know….THE BRAND! What does the brand include, you might wonder. Well, let’s see. Physical fitness, pole dance, inversions, WordPress, bartending, life coaching, and a skill to yet be named. Yeah, it’s random, but you know I am too.

Remember the photoshoot I mentioned last week? Yeah, I don’t have the pictures back yet. LOL. But I have heard from a little bird that they look pretty damn good. I’m a little bit excited to see them. And then spray my half naked self all over the internet. HAHAHAHA. Exhibitionist much? (Spoiler alert: Yeah, a little.)

Maybe I should add a podcast to the brand too? Because, you know, I’m 100% about over-extending myself 100% of the time. Nah, I don’t have time for that for realz. OMG, but an erotica podcast would probably kill in ratings. Shit. Now I have another project. Lots of folks are doing it, so what’s one more rider on the train, right? I am the pun master today.

Truthfully, I gotta get going. I’m behind schedule today and work and learning are calling. Wishing you just a kickass weekend full of sweaty naked fun. Just seeing if you’re paying attention. See you Monday!

2021

A Trip To the 412

Tales From Brunswick 51

Way Back Wednesday

Oh, hell.

Purple Friday

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