Blue Moon for the Coven Cabin

Apologizing in advance for the cheesy stock photo trying to depict my coven with a blue moon.  I'm typing this on the fly as I have LOTS to do before the coven convenes tomorrow.  For those of you who don't know, a blue moon is when there are two full moons within one calendar month.  It only happens about once every 2-3 years.  While a blue moon is not as rare as teeth on a rooster, it doesn't happen all that often either. 

It's PERFECT for Friday.  I'll be in the most spiritual space with my like-minded coven I've known since birth up in Northern Minnesota.  Cackle, cackle.  And no.... I'm not flying from Sonoma County to Minnesota on a broom but I should be;)

Canning Tomatoes

Yes.  It's late July.  You can take the girl off the farm, but can't take the farm off the girl.  Years ago I was bequeathed a canning set from Aunt Gertrude.  She was born in 1917 and witnessed the world change from horse and buggy to freeways, computers, and cars.  Her recollection of WWII was book material.  She was a regular at the Swiss Hotel in Sonoma way back when everybody looked down their noses at the town and the country hick inhabitants, as the town back then consisted of nothing but poor farmers.

Aunt Gertrude was not impressed with what was called "progress."  She gave me her beloved canning set and told me, "Don't you DARE ever throw this stuff out.  There will come a day when you will appreciate it."

Well, today I used her antique canning set for a batch of tomatoes.  I feel her presence every time I use it.....and no, I will never EVER throw it out.  I love you and miss you xxoo.

My Cat for Mayor

My cat has a personality that is as big as he is....and he's a big boy.  Everybody loves him.  He goes outside and greets those passing by with his tail and his deep purrrrrrrrrrr.  He doesn't wander off, but just hangs around waiting for people to come by.

My cat is now being asked to run for mayor.  One regular walker refers to my cat as Mr. Mayor.

Think about it.  My cat as mayor.  Awesome.  He would never be caught in a lie and would always give his honest opinion on every subject and problem he is presented with -- complete silence -- after an uncomfortable staredown of cat contemplation that leaves you feeling like a fool for even asking the question to begin with.

The truth is there are no simple answers for solutions to society's problems.  Political promises of fixing our problems are only met
by disappointment and the creation of yet even *more* problems that were not anticipated.  My cat is keenly aware that the answer is that there is no answer.  It's humans doing all of this to themselves.

My cat knows this and is recommending that all humans be spayed or neutered to stop the overpopulation and scarcity of diminishing natural resources.  Too many humans are being dumped into all corners of the globe waiting for cats to adopt them.

Brits and Canadians

Brits and Canadians tend to piss me off.  Why?  Because they all MOVE HERE and then BITCH about our government.  I guess to be fair my gripe is not limited to Brits and Canadians.  There are many who willingly move here on their own volition and then complain when things are not to their liking.  No.  This is NOT your home country.  Get over it or go home.  I'll buy your ticket for you. 

Tonight was a perfect example.  I was at a local establishment here in Sonoma County and the table behind me consisted of a Canadian and a Brit.  Both were saying how they loved the Bay Area -- especially Sonoma County (bypassing Marin) because of it's "local, down-home charm" and authentic "organic" people.  Both the Canadian and the Brit were loudly commending the life style that we offer but in the same breath both thinking that they, as new transplants,  knew more about our way of life than we do.  They then began overtly bashing our government but somehow found an enclave of paradise here in Sonoma County.  Now they and their families are arriving in droves but yet bitching about it.  Go home.  Please.  And no, the locals are not "cute, organic scenery" that goes with the territory and no.... we don't want to pose in pictures with you as if you spotted a rare sighting of Big Foot or something. 

Well, I suppose us local hicks never heard a Brit accent before and we are supposed to be wooed and wowed by their perceived intellectual and educational superiority.  We are too naive and uneducated to appreciate the sophistication they bring to us lowly, local farm hands.  Sigh. 

Thank GODS the Brits and Canadians arrived to save us neanderthal Americans from ourselves.  They are only looking out for us as a mother and sister would do.  How, for goddesses sake, did the locals survive for centuries without their snobby, know-it-all attitudes? 

Question:  If life was so great in Canada and Great Britain, why did you move  here?   STFU and go HOME unless you're willing to take a bullet defending our way of life you loudly bitch about but voluntarily migrate to.  That goes for all immigrants.  I don't care where you come from. 

Bernie Lean: Oakland A's

Today I went to the Oakland A's game.  My boy, Billy Butler, did not do so hot today.  I suppose his mamma was not there to cook him his country breakfast.  God knows I would have been willing to feed him along with the entire team. 

On another note....the dance bug simply can not escape me.  Try as I might...the Bernie Lean dance groove found me.  Once again I was told, "you move pretty good....for a white girl."

Napoleon

I believe it was Napoleon who never read his mail; however, I could be wrong.  Quiet Rage is getting to that same point -- especially with business email.  I HATE EMAIL.  I've stopped responding as it's just too damn much to keep up on. 

There.  I said it.  I vented. 

Email is the bane of the business world.  It's been used, abused, and now clogged with crap that means nothing in the big scheme of things.

Then it's the inevitable, "Oh, didn't you see that in my email I sent out?"

 No.  I did not.  Each day I need to sort through almost 1,000 messages speed reading the headings to make certain I did not miss something truly important as that's the problem with email.  It's a means to transmit meaningless trite such as "Great job, Fred" in a "reply to all" that has circled the globe 5 times to an urgent colleague's desperate cry for legitimate help and only has time for a quick email via "reply to all" to communicate. 

No spam filter on earth has yet to filter out that sort of stuff.  Wait.  There's my next tech endeavor.  Get Google. 

My email inbox is overflowing.  Always.  In between the thousands of solicitations for seminars, products, classes, people in Egypt wanting to give me money, jokes, credit card alerts, fundraisers, political action pleas, banking alerts, blah blah blah blah somehow I missed your message.

Passport

I've finally arrived....and now plan on leaving.  For years I have passed up travel with my job.  It was just too difficult to travel abroad and at length when I had kids I was responsible for. 

Now it's MY TURN.  I just found out that I get to spend a month next summer in Europe -- The Netherlands, Belgium, and France.  At the end of my stint I get fireworks on Bastille Day at the Eiffel Tower followed by a 7 day river cruise on the River Seine to Normandy.

I've never been to France.

I heard the French hate Americans but I'm the type who will actually make an effort to learn the language and customs.

I just had my first anxiety-ridden travel dream last night.  I was at the airport.  I did not have my passport.  I was late for my plane.  You know....one of those dreams where you're completely unprepared and running but going nowhere.

I'm not leaving my passport until the last minute.  There are circumstances which require extra bureaucracy for mine.  NOTHING is going to get in the way of this trip -- not even WWIII.

Dream Log: July 17, 2015

I *finally* had it out via the dream world with an old boyfriend.  Is he conscious on the earth plane of our "dream/spirit" argument/life lesson?  Probably not.  He's was too self-centered to care.  His spirit knows even if he continues to wander around for the rest of his life on this plane clueless (sigh).  What felt good for me was to finally get some sense of closure, as again, he's was too much of a cad to end things in person.

I pointed out to his spirit in the dream that it's *NOT* ok to be sucking resources (both emotional and material) from one woman to use in pursuing another.  He thought nothing of using me as a minion while he wined and dined other women.  He had time for that as I helped him organize his life.  I finally got smart and figured out I was being used and put a stop to it.  Funny.  I was dropped like a hot rock instantly without even a "sorry things didn't work out" to my face.  He was too busy planning his next escapade with somebody else.

Relationships end.  Life circumstances change.  Dump me with some dignity and class, would ya PLEASE?  

I cared about him.  He shit on me.  End of story. 

Bruce/Caitlyn Jenner and Other Sport Greats

Take a good look at this name list of sport greats.  They all have something very specific in common.  Can you tell me what it is?  I know what your initial guess is;)

Help!

The Universe is in a terrific funk.... i can't even BEGIN to explain all of the heart breaking scenarios my friends and family are going through.  All I know is that I want to HELP.  And yes, my phone rings quite often... but that's ok.  Once I love somebody...i love them for life.  No matter what. 

On the snarky side.. look at the end of this video.  It was directed by Richard Lester.  Really?  Dick Less made a production.  Oh BEHAVE. 

Monday Meeting: Drug Discipline

We have a drug testing program for employees. Unfortunately, I'm one of 4 in charge of administering it and enforcing it.  If it were up to me I would do away with it completely.  The video scenario below is pretty much a common event.  I have pretty much used their script to the employee being reprimanded verbatim.  Really.