I was talking to the soldier on the phone last night. “Uh oh,” he said. ‘Lot lizard.”

That’s what whores who cater to truckers are called. He was sitting in his truck as she approached. I kept quiet to hear the conversation.

The soldier said, “Hey.” You have to nice to the whores or they will slash your tires, later.  He would be nice to the whores anyway, he’s nice to women in general.
Continue reading Mars Mercury Whore Report - Houston

Lynne E writes eloquently on Reality and Arrogance:

“…I think she likes her Neptunian mask. and we do wear masks albeit unintentionally whether it’s the smile that contrasts with inner angst or the grimace that hides delight. Life can be falling apart yet Neptunians so often don’t let on, or else make less of it. Maybe we need the veils to protect our reality?”
Continue reading “I’m Not A Neptunian, I Just Play One On TV…”

I decided to confront the bully (and his mother) at Vidroid’s bus stop this morning after learning the bullying has been going on for some weeks and now escalated to the point where my son is being choked up against a wall. It turned into an ambush, something Vid and I have done before. We pulled up at the bus stop and waiting patiently. As soon as Vid said, “That’s them,” we were out of our car making a beeline.

I guess I am not someone you want to see headed towards you at 7 in the morning, with my black gym clothes and wild hair because I could see the fear in the kid’s eyes when he saw us coming and knew the game had changed. The mother glanced at him but had no time to react.

Continue reading Bully Update - Mom Goes In With Her Mars

I am so pissed! First I do all that work on the Top 10 just to see it disappear (such a theme in my life, it’s embarrassing). Work (Saturn) the disappears (Neptune).

At first I was disoriented. That lasted a couple days and then I went into a sort of stress mode when people started emailing. Now we have worked frantically to create a replacement (which I love) only to have the top 10 reappear (which I no longer love because I don’t trust..)

So anyway I am so pissed for all this stress and work, I am going to get drunk which I have threatened all week. I told HQ I wanted a drink and he mailed back “why a drink?”

“Because I don’t smoke pot, eat acid or shoot up…” I said.

He didn’t answer so I might have misinterpreted the question but anyway here is my question for you:

Do you believe there is such a thing a a crime of passion? I would like to discuss this topic… I luv this topic with my criminal mind but first what do y’all think:

Yesterday I called my son’s school about the situation with my daughter though we planned to go down there in person.  We changed our mind because I was able to get on the school’s website and see that pretty much the entire staff had turned over from 2 years ago.  The school is that small and based on this it seems smarter to call the secretary who I have known for 8 years and have her filter the information to the people who ought to have it.

I planned to do this call just right for everyone’s sake so I had myself centered before I even picked up the phone. Unfortunately when I did call, the phone rang and was answered but when the person on the other end picked up I could not hear them.  You Continue reading Pluto Transit To The Moon - Mine: Big Mouth And Repercussions Of Same

Speaking of dumping, last night I was pitching my usual bitch about how the soldier left me and married someone else he’d known for of 2 weeks! If you wonder why this keeps coming up, it’s because it keeps coming up.

For example those pictures. There we are and a blink later, there he is married with child. It’s whiplash, there is just no other word for it far as I am concerned but he has a different view or in this case - song. According to him this is what happened. “I was just like poor ol’ Ray,” he said.

He’s right of course. He is right and I’m right too but anyway, it’s a good song with good astrology. Bossy commitment-phobia anyone?

Ms Scarlett writes on Please Don’t Fix Me:

“…maybe that’s the Libra wanting us to have the balance between the very direct and the dipshit (your words) grin. I bet that grin has saved your butt many times– As in how can I take her head off for saying something like that when she has such a nice smile. I think that’s a gift Elsa.”

Ms Scarlett,  I agree. I think what I do here is dare-devilish and I would not be able to do it  if even one hair on my head was different. I can’t look too good, I can’t look too bad. I can’t be too young, too old or any other thing. I have to be sort of palatable if that makes sense and yes, it is a balance.

Every experience I have ever had also contributes to the production of this blog. I can tell you for sure I am firing on all cylinders when I write here which is something I am grateful to be able to do. I am constantly challenged and constantly stepping up to meet the challenge and I mean this occurs on a daily basis.

Although I do not have an easy time here, there is nothing about this blog that is a grind and I am grateful for that.  I recognize myself as someone who wants to push against resistance.

Do you enjoy challenge? Where is your Mars?

The soldier had not flown for 14 years - When I asked them two move our seats together we wound up in an exit row.

“Guess if something goes wrong you’re going to have to be a hero,” I said. “What do you make of that?”

“Figures.”

“We need a big strong man sitting there just in case,” said a woman’s voice from the row behind.

P turned around to glare and possibly kill her but she was 80 years old so she shook her head and relaxed back.