From 2007 – More hi-jinks of the soldier’s Venus in Gemini (clever but bored) vs his 9th house Jupiter in Sagittarius (higher education)…

“I was in this class once the professor didn’t like me so much which was okay because I didn’t like him at all.”  I laughed. “Yeah, he thought something was wrong with me. This was pretty soon after I got out of the military and I guess I hadn’t quite assimilated back into regular culture. I still haven’t but I was even worse then and I messed up on the word association.”

“What were you studying?” Continue reading The Soldier and The Professor – They Didn’t See Eye To Eye

“They’d be those kind of women who only have friends who are uglier than they are. You know those women?” I asked.

“I thought pretty much all women were like that,” my husband said.

“No they’re not. I’m not like that. Hmm,” I said, challenged to think about it. “My friends are always… they’re distinctive. I always choose people who are singular and the men who like them, like them. However, when I was single I always wound up running with women who had taste opposite mine.”

“Oh yeah?”

Continue reading Competition Among Women Chasing Men

epiphany: 3 a (1) : a usually sudden manifestation or perception of the essential nature or meaning of something (2) : an intuitive grasp of reality through something (as an event) usually simple and striking (3) : an illuminating discovery, realization, or disclosure b : a revealing scene or moment

This is related to Old and Diseased and also to Are You Psychic About Your Life?

Continue reading Epiphany: Faith Meets Practicality And Their Eyes Lock

The other day someone remarked that I was very sensitive with my wedding dead ahead. I thought this was true to an extent.

Yesterday I was talking to Annalisa about the soldier’s Venus in Gemini and his attraction to my communication. I explained that all the girl singers he likes wave their Gemini-ruled hands around. They use hand gestures and I can see that he’s mesmerized. I also told her about his associating me with Anne of Green Gables for her dramatic speech… the very depths of despair and she agreed I had this quality.

Continue reading Marriage, Morphing, Jealousy, Possessiveness etc.

“I want you to tell you son that I beat you at leg wrestling. No one believes me so you tell him, okay?”

“Hell no, I’m not going to tell him that,” the soldier said. “I will not tell him that.”

“You mean you’ll lie and make a liar out of me?”

“No, I’m going to tell him, these Panizzons, they are Italians so they cheat.  She was cheating when she did that, I just didn’t have time to figure how she was doing it but she was cheatin’ me, you know those Italians…”

Venus in Gemini.

The phone rang, briiiiiinnng! Briiiiinnnnng! It was the soldier:

“Broke knee to crazy, P. Broke knee to crazy, P. Ya there, P?”

“I’m here.”

“Yeah, broke knee to crazy P. That will be all call sign on the radio during the dark times.”

I laughed so hard. If the dark times come, y’all tune into our channel because we’re gonna be havin’ ourselves a time.

Both the soldier and my son, 9 year old, Vidroid are Taurus with ruler Venus in Gemini (two loves). They both have Scorpio as well… this is worrisome.

As of yesterday, Vidroid was committed to Emmy who picked him up a couple days ago. He still sits (in his assigned seat) next to Belle though, with Emmy spying him from across the room according to Vid.

Last night, I asked the soldier, “Do you think Belle will catch on?”  There is only one more day of school.

“I’m betting she won’t and if she doesn’t this will be the best possible scenario for his operation.”

“Why is that?”

“Because then he will get to see both of them all summer. He can talk to both girls,” he said.

“I see.”

“Yeah, and if something happens and it goes south, oh well.  He’s going to a different school next year anyway…”

Some days ago, regarding the fact that Vid has added a year to his age at school for the last year, the soldier said, “He’s doing what he has to do for his operation.”

I laughed. “Don’t have to tell me, I was a 15-year-old bartender. The people in my family, we do what we have to do. We survive, regardless.”

“It’s the only way, P. There is no other way.”

Are you a survivor?

“A beautiful celery walked into a bar,” the soldier said. “She sat down at the bar and ordered a drink and the bartender said, say. You look like a nice girl. Why don’t you go over there and talk to that carrot over there. He’s a nice man.”

I opened my eyes wide.

“No, the beautiful celery said. I feel too sad for that. I just broke up and I’m just not ready for that.”

“Ah…” I said sympathetically.  “She’s got a broken heart.”

“Yeah but the bartender said, then how about that cauliflower over there, the one shooting pool. He is also a pretty good guy.”

“No, no, I just can’t do it, celery said.  I just broke up with mushroom and he’s the only fung guy around here.”

I roared.

“You like my joke, P.”

“I do.”

“Well I have to make these things up.  I have to work to do this for you, P. This is work.”

I posted the last blog and then walked into the living room where the soldier was lying on his back playing Neopets of all things. He likes all the G-rated stuff.

“I was thinking about how you said men had to scout a woman before they went after her?”

“Yeah when you find out what hard labor it is.”

Continue reading Voice Of Mars With Lyin’ Venus In Gemini