The other night the soldier said he would like to be Scorpio. “Yeah, that’s what I wish I was,” he said.

“Well you are Scorpio,” I said. “Your Moon is in Scorpio.”

“My Moon? I want everything in Scorpio! Everything there is, I want all of it to be in Scorpio and nothing else in any other sign but that one!”

You’d think his life is intense enough, apparently not.

What sign would you like to be?

One of my favorite Taurus’s of all time, singin’ ’bout his Queen Bee. This is what I call earthy goodness.

I think I am pretty normal but it sure is interesting when someone tells you how they see you and I guess this is one of the reasons people see astrologers. It does give you another perspective… I told a client once that astrology could show you our own butt (except I used the other word).

Now the soldier is keenly observant and the other day he was going on about how he’s the sane one which is probably true in spite of his threats to kill people on a daily basis. He put it like this:

Continue reading Astrology In Real Life: The Mercurial Collides With Taurus

We’d eaten dinner and were hanging out in the bedroom while Vidroid escorted his friend, “Quirky Aquarian” home on his bike.  The soldier said he was going to do something before Vid got back…

“You don’t have much time. Five minutes. He’s just riding his bike up there and back, you better leap to it,” I said.

“Leap?”

I stared.

“P, I haven’t leaped since I was five years old.”

“I see…”

I didn’t bother to tell him that a Libran Mars would leap, not hop. Hopping is grotesque where leaping is elegant.

The soldier is eating low carb these days and has lost 12 pounds. He looks HOT but claims he has lost a third of a pound. I have been in charge of finding cooking and finding recipes over the last month but now he is getting involved. (swearing below the break)
Continue reading Dining With Taurus… The Soldier’s Lament

One time I was dating a Taurus Moon, which is worse than a Taurus Sun when it comes to food. I baked him some chocolate chip cookies. Actually, I baked him cookies every few days because he was eating them four in the morning, four at work and four in the evening. He was limiting himself to 12 cookies a day. And the point is, there was not a cookie shortage. He was 40 years old, though it does not sound like it, does it?

Anyway he was taking his cookies to work, and several weeks went by. Taurus has habits and this had become a routine. So he came home one day and told me people at work were talking about his cookies.

“Like what?” I asked. “What did they say?”
Continue reading Dining With Taurus and their Greed - Redux

You hear sometimes that Taurus is embarrassed of their greed. This is true, especially when it comes to food. If you eat out with a Taurus, it’s important their food is better than yours, or they’ll get pissed off.

They won’t say anything of course. Taurus appreciates grace and tries to be pleasant at all times, but you can just tell.
Continue reading Dining With Taurus… And Their Greed

The soldier and I getting ready for the gym this morning, or rather I’d been ready for 3 hours and him? Well…

“Okay, P,” he said as he was putting on his shoes. “After this I have to go out to the truck and get my gym bag, what do you think of that?”

“I try not to think about it. You are a slow ass Taurus and we go when you’re ready if you ever get ready… just tell me when we can go, I don’t want to think about it.”

“Well good. Because no one needs a bouncy ass gazelle when they’re trying to get out of the mud hole do they? You don’t even get in the mud so what do you know?”

“Don’t know, don’t want to know, just grunt when you’re ready.”

(This is what it’s like when you have Uranus tied up with Venus. You wind up with an alien one way or the other)

Jeremy asksin regards to the soldier…

1) Why won’t he fly?

I think you are sort of new around here. The soldier was in Special Forces for many years. He has (well) over 200 jumps into combat but hates flying. He has a fear of heights actually. Being a Taurus and likes to be on the ground.

He loves to fight though. He loves battle in every way shape or form so much he willing to jump out of a plane to be in the middle of one but now that his fighting days are over he’s got no motivation to get on a plane and it is well understood by those who know and love him, if he’s traveling, it’s by car.

Continue reading Answering Questions Regarding The Soldier

“You never hug me,” I said because I am all or nothing and dramatic.

“P, it’s not true, I hug you all the time. I hug you 40 times a day - I just hugged you 5 minutes ago when you asked me to.”

“That was not a hug. That was you lying on top me like a barge,” I said.

“A barge?  A barge?  You said you liked my weight on top you.”

“Well I do. But when you’re actually hugging me and kissing me or something. That’s a lot different that just rolling over me like a barge and parking there. I mean for Godsakes.”

“Oh, P.”