Well in our culture like I said, if your are caught cheating it is expected the women beat the shit out of you with a pan, plus throw you in the street. So when you dance with another girl – sexily no less, you are going to get attacked with a helmet (or whatever else I can find) – this reaction is completley expecred and anticipated. Am I putting up with that? HELL NO!

So people see us (and they did) and they think, oh my God, those two are crazy but we think YOU are crazy (women) for putting up with what you do from men for starters!

Just so you know…

this blog does shock me. It would not shock anyone in my family and it sure as hell doesn’t shock the soldier so this is another thing to keep in mind when you’re busy considering me shocking. I may think YOU are shocking and believe me I often do.

Shocks the hell out of me what people think they can do and get away with it. People spend their lives with men I’d have left on the first date and I mean IN THE MIDDLE of the first date. Whatever!! To each his own. I’m just saying you’re as shocking to me as I am to you.

WD 40, bailing twine, and duct tape. LOL

Seriously, it’s one of the few familial things that I see. I tinker. My sister tinkers. My dad tinkers. My granddaddy (paternal) tinkers. (Who do you think we learned it from?) We’re all MacGyver types who are just adept at these things and would a hundred times over rather fix something than replace it.

I’m sitting at the command center of a network I fixed up today, and it feels damn good.

We all tinker in different ways, but we all tinker.

I think this goes along with the work ethic, too. The saying is, “If you can’t make an honest dollar, make an honest fifty cents.” I think that says a lot about the family ideas and ideals.

That is very true. I can’t track it through bloodlines like you do but it works in a very similar way to what you describe.

And most people find us shocking.

Oh, and my mum is the genius who can get anything to work…refuses to replace the toaster (which can’t stay down to brown the toast) and so toasts our bread for us to shut us up :::how embarrassing:::

That second paragraph seemed confusing when I read it back. I meant to say that John fits my gypsy spirit that was undeniable. First husband was a Taurus and not a nice one. His kind of stability turned into a prison. John and I have the kind of emotional stability I needed combined with the freedom I can’t live without.

Gems. We don’t need anyone else to talk to. We’ll just have entire conversations with ourselves.

Saturn in Virgo has had me by the …err… something delicate the whole time! I’m just plowing through and talking anyway these days.

*laugh* Thank god someone does!

So when Saturn moves on from Virgo will we suddenly start talking even more? Making more sense on the first attempt? (you don’t have to answer that unless you wanna)

I hate those double whammies. I am grateful though for the way you show us how to make the best of difficult transits.

I’m hoping Saturn in Libra will be easier for me as it will no longer be aspecting my t-square.

remember when indigenous children were forcibly sent to boarding schools to homogenize them? some of them felt as though they fit neither the white nor the native culture afterward. that’s how I feel about my roots, about everything. I feel like nothing will ever be a true fit. broken. but I do the best with what I got.

I love how this ‘simple question’ has me flipping through the story files in my head … looking for the one that fits now. Lupa, your comments caught something in me and my culture I haven’t thought of for awhile. My wandering nature comes to me thanks to my pirate grandfather and my voyaging Hawaiian ancestors. Turns out my love of new adventures was hard-wired, and years with an Aries lived 23 yrs in the same place was destiny … destined to end because he kept waiting for me to stop changing, and I knew I’d never stop.

Storytelling another ancestral gift coming at me from both sides, making sense of the everyday, sewing the nonsense in there because it filled in the spaces.

Satori, I was one of those indigenous kids taken from the valley to be homogenized. I can relate to never feeling the perfect fit. For me at this point, the fact you know a ‘thing’ don’t fit is probably the best defense against attempts to whip my culture and values into artificial low fat chocolate milk. And now as funky and tilted as my life is, I know it fits me and I think, my son, my one son knows “This is my mother, my mama-san. Raw chocolate.”

A certain inclination to speak without tact or thought and with a degree of over acuteness (Ouch! buts its true true true) comes straight from my grandmother (I’m working on my tact, I AM), I have neptune-ness from both sides, a history of addiction on my dad’s and a history of victimhood on my mom’s side, And a very irish love of stories and story telling, travellers and curiousities. I wanted to grow up to be a gypsy once.