My 6th Sense Is Pissing Me Off
This is a re-post of my post from 11 days ago. Were yesterday’s events related to my feelings? Or is there another event on the way? I can’t help but wonder.
I believe that we all have a 6th Sense and mine is incredibly keen. It is located somewhere between my gut and wherever my spirituality resides. I think that is my heart. So, somewhere in a tangled bowel lies my keen, and often stinky, 6th Sense. Right now, it reeks!!
I realized I had a 6th Sense when I was about 12 years old. I was home one evening and I had a very strong feeling that I needed to call a friend NOW because I just felt that she was in a lot of pain. I called her house and her mom answered the phone. When my friend got on the phone, she was already (and still) crying. My reaction was mixed. Part of me was like, “I knew she was terribly sad. I am not at all surprised.” Another part of me was all, “WTF just happened???” (Only back in 1984 we actually spoke and spelled out the entire phrase; no text codes.) I was relieved that I acted upon my strong feelings that she needed me to call her. I was sad that she was so sad. I was amazed that I KNEW something was wrong with nothing to go on other than a gut feeling. But mostly, I was freaked out. I wondered if I had some sort of telepathy. I finally decided that it was just luck and I didn’t give it another thought. Until…
About a few years later, I had this weird thought about the same friend. ”My friend is going to tell me something bad happened to her.” In fact, my thought was very precise. To protect the innocent, I won’t disclose the details but I knew exactly what she was going to say happened even though I had absolutely NO way of having a clue that this thing happened. Sure enough, when we saw each other next, she said to me, “I have to tell you something.” I almost told her that she didn’t have to tell me and that I knew but I stayed quiet. If I was wrong, it would have been incredibly embarrassing for both of us. I wasn’t wrong though; I was dead-on accurate. And again, I was freaked out. Not by what she disclosed but by the fact that I knew it before she told me. I decided that for whatever reason, I had such a strong connection with this friend that whenever she was really hurting, we connected via some sort of energy in the air. I know it seems strange. It seemed incredibly strange to me but it had to be the case as far as I was concerned.
Ever since then, I have had similar situations with different people; people that I feel very close to and even one person who I considered to be a friend but not a very close friend.
One morning while I was sleeping, I heard the phone ring. My husband answered it and I heard him say, “Oh my God. I am so sorry. Of course I will tell her for you.” He hung up the phone and I said to my husband, “You don’t need to tell me; I know.” He said, “You know what?” I answered that I knew that my friend just called to tell me that her baby just died. He asked me how I knew and all I could say was, “I just did.” This time, I was completely heartbroken and devastated. I loved that baby as if he were my own. I had no way of knowing that this would happen as it was sudden and unexpected. I was instantly in a deep and painful mourning but I wasn’t freaked out that I knew before he told me. I guess I had accepted that these things just come to me sometimes.
I started to think it is God telling me these things in order to either make me available to someone in need or to prepare me for something painful to come.
By now, I am guessing that you think I am whacked. Believe me, I understand. But wait. There’s more and it gets even crazier!!
One day, I went to the firehouse to hang out and run calls. A friend of mine (a fellow firefighter) was there. I knew he was there because his truck was in the parking lot but when I went inside, I couldn’t find him. I immediately got scared. I looked in the kitchen, the lounge, the radio room, and the apparatus bay. Still no sign of him. I told myself that I needed to check the bathroom but before I did, I prepared myself for what steps I would take if (when?) I found him dead. I would run to the radio room, call the dispatcher to activate our tones so that help would come. Then I would grab the medical bag and AED out of the ambulance and get to work. I was just about to knock on the door to the men’s room when I noticed the light in the meeting room on. I went in there and found him doing work. I screamed at him that he scared the shit out of me and that I thought he was dead in the bathroom. We had a good laugh over how ridiculous that was. 4 weeks later, we got an ambulance call for a male found unresponsive, not breathing, no pulse and before the dispatcher even gave the address, I knew it was the same person I thought I would find dead at the firehouse. He was dead before we got there and there was nothing we could do for him.
This convinced me that God does indeed prepare me for something bad that is about to happen.
About 7 years ago, I started losing my hair and I had really itchy skin lesions on my chest. I made an appointment with a Dermatologist. When I walked in the office for the first time, the doctor asked me what was wrong. I told her, “I have Lupus.” She asked me if I was diagnosed with it and I said that I wasn’t but I JUST KNOW. She told me it wasn’t Lupus and did a skin test to determine what I was allergic to. It turned out that I was allergic to an ingredient in my shampoo. ”See? It is just allergies. You are going to be okay.” 4 years later, I was diagnosed with Lupus.
And for my last anecdotal account of my past messages from I-don’t-know-where-or-who-but-believe-it-is-God, shortly after I was diagnosed with Lupus, I went to visit my sister. She didn’t feel good and she was doubled over in pain. I told her she needed to get to the doctor right away because usually when I see people who look like that, they are in an ambulance on the way to the ED. I told her that it seemed like she had kidney stones. She went to the doctor and she did have kidney stones. About two weeks later (ish), I was sitting in bed and I thought to myself, “I think my sister has cancer.” She called me later that day and told me she was diagnosed with cancer. I almost reflexively said, “I know” but I stopped myself because I didn’t want to upset her more.
So why did I just spend so much time telling you all of that? Because…here I go again!! Only this time, it is about me and needless to say, I am a bit freaked out.
Lately, and I don’t know why (but I am terrified that I really DO know why), I have been having this incredibly strong feeling that I am going to die soon. These thoughts have been coming to me since about September. I am not thinking that I want to die because I don’t!!! These thoughts are not suicidal ideations, they seem more like informational. Whenever these thoughts come to mind, sometimes I allow them to stay and mull it over a bit and other times, I ask myself, “Why the hell are you thinking this way, Nicki? Stop it!”
About a month after I started having these thoughts, I found a lump in my breast. I immediately freaked out but then decided that since it was that lovely time of the month and I always feel something that turns out to be nothing, I needn’t panic yet. 3 weeks later, I checked again and it was still there. I called the doctor the next day and the day after that, he checked me over and felt it too. He told me that he thought it was a cyst but he ordered a mammogram and ultrasound, which I had done today. I can’t tell you how terrified I was to see a big black spot on the ultrasound monitor when the technician moved the wand over the “lump area.” All I could think of was, “How am I supposed to take an exam on Monday when I have cancer??” The doctor came in and told me that he believes it is a benign cyst. He said, “We define this as a mass that requires observation.” He said that I do not need a biopsy right now. I need to check it at least monthly and if I notice any changes at all, I am to get further testing done right away. If there are no changes, he wants another mammogram and ultrasound in 6 months. I left there feeling relieved and still scared at the same time. My husband reassured me that if this doctor had any thoughts that it was cancer, he would have sent me for more tests. I know he is right.
But why am I still thinking that I am going to die soon??? God, please don’t let this be another one of Your messages. Although I consider it a gift at times, I really want to be wrong just this once!!!
My 6th Sense Is Pissing Me Off
I believe that we all have a 6th Sense and mine is incredibly keen. It is located somewhere between my gut and wherever my spirituality resides. I think that is my heart. So, somewhere in a tangled bowel lies my keen, and often stinky, 6th Sense. Right now, it reeks!!
I realized I had a 6th Sense when I was about 12 years old. I was home one evening and I had a very strong feeling that I needed to call a friend NOW because I just felt that she was in a lot of pain. I called her house and her mom answered the phone. When my friend got on the phone, she was already (and still) crying. My reaction was mixed. Part of me was like, “I knew she was terribly sad. I am not at all surprised.” Another part of me was all, “WTF just happened???” (Only back in 1984 we actually spoke and spelled out the entire phrase; no text codes.) I was relieved that I acted upon my strong feelings that she needed me to call her. I was sad that she was so sad. I was amazed that I KNEW something was wrong with nothing to go on other than a gut feeling. But mostly, I was freaked out. I wondered if I had some sort of telepathy. I finally decided that it was just luck and I didn’t give it another thought. Until…
About a few years later, I had this weird thought about the same friend. ”My friend is going to tell me something bad happened to her.” In fact, my thought was very precise. To protect the innocent, I won’t disclose the details but I knew exactly what she was going to say happened even though I had absolutely NO way of having a clue that this thing happened. Sure enough, when we saw each other next, she said to me, “I have to tell you something.” I almost told her that she didn’t have to tell me and that I knew but I stayed quiet. If I was wrong, it would have been incredibly embarrassing for both of us. I wasn’t wrong though; I was dead-on accurate. And again, I was freaked out. Not by what she disclosed but by the fact that I knew it before she told me. I decided that for whatever reason, I had such a strong connection with this friend that whenever she was really hurting, we connected via some sort of energy in the air. I know it seems strange. It seemed incredibly strange to me but it had to be the case as far as I was concerned.
Ever since then, I have had similar situations with different people; people that I feel very close to and even one person who I considered to be a friend but not a very close friend.
One morning while I was sleeping, I heard the phone ring. My husband answered it and I heard him say, “Oh my God. I am so sorry. Of course I will tell her for you.” He hung up the phone and I said to my husband, “You don’t need to tell me; I know.” He said, “You know what?” I answered that I knew that my friend just called to tell me that her baby just died. He asked me how I knew and all I could say was, “I just did.” This time, I was completely heartbroken and devastated. I loved that baby as if he were my own. I had no way of knowing that this would happen as it was sudden and unexpected. I was instantly in a deep and painful mourning but I wasn’t freaked out that I knew before he told me. I guess I had accepted that these things just come to me sometimes.
I started to think it is God telling me these things in order to either make me available to someone in need or to prepare me for something painful to come.
By now, I am guessing that you think I am whacked. Believe me, I understand. But wait. There’s more and it gets even crazier!!
One day, I went to the firehouse to hang out and run calls. A friend of mine (a fellow firefighter) was there. I knew he was there because his truck was in the parking lot but when I went inside, I couldn’t find him. I immediately got scared. I looked in the kitchen, the lounge, the radio room, and the apparatus bay. Still no sign of him. I told myself that I needed to check the bathroom but before I did, I prepared myself for what steps I would take if (when?) I found him dead. I would run to the radio room, call the dispatcher to activate our tones so that help would come. Then I would grab the medical bag and AED out of the ambulance and get to work. I was just about to knock on the door to the men’s room when I noticed the light in the meeting room on. I went in there and found him doing work. I screamed at him that he scared the shit out of me and that I thought he was dead in the bathroom. We had a good laugh over how ridiculous that was. 4 weeks later, we got an ambulance call for a male found unresponsive, not breathing, no pulse and before the dispatcher even gave the address, I knew it was the same person I thought I would find dead at the firehouse. He was dead before we got there and there was nothing we could do for him.
This convinced me that God does indeed prepare me for something bad that is about to happen.
About 7 years ago, I started losing my hair and I had really itchy skin lesions on my chest. I made an appointment with a Dermatologist. When I walked in the office for the first time, the doctor asked me what was wrong. I told her, “I have Lupus.” She asked me if I was diagnosed with it and I said that I wasn’t but I JUST KNOW. She told me it wasn’t Lupus and did a skin test to determine what I was allergic to. It turned out that I was allergic to an ingredient in my shampoo. ”See? It is just allergies. You are going to be okay.” 4 years later, I was diagnosed with Lupus.
And for my last anecdotal account of my past messages from I-don’t-know-where-or-who-but-believe-it-is-God, shortly after I was diagnosed with Lupus, I went to visit my sister. She didn’t feel good and she was doubled over in pain. I told her she needed to get to the doctor right away because usually when I see people who look like that, they are in an ambulance on the way to the ED. I told her that it seemed like she had kidney stones. She went to the doctor and she did have kidney stones. About two weeks later (ish), I was sitting in bed and I thought to myself, “I think my sister has cancer.” She called me later that day and told me she was diagnosed with cancer. I almost reflexively said, “I know” but I stopped myself because I didn’t want to upset her more.
So why did I just spend so much time telling you all of that? Because…here I go again!! Only this time, it is about me and needless to say, I am a bit freaked out.
Lately, and I don’t know why (but I am terrified that I really DO know why), I have been having this incredibly strong feeling that I am going to die soon. These thoughts have been coming to me since about September. I am not thinking that I want to die because I don’t!!! These thoughts are not suicidal ideations, they seem more like informational. Whenever these thoughts come to mind, sometimes I allow them to stay and mull it over a bit and other times, I ask myself, “Why the hell are you thinking this way, Nicki? Stop it!”
About a month after I started having these thoughts, I found a lump in my breast. I immediately freaked out but then decided that since it was that lovely time of the month and I always feel something that turns out to be nothing, I needn’t panic yet. 3 weeks later, I checked again and it was still there. I called the doctor the next day and the day after that, he checked me over and felt it too. He told me that he thought it was a cyst but he ordered a mammogram and ultrasound, which I had done today. I can’t tell you how terrified I was to see a big black spot on the ultrasound monitor when the technician moved the wand over the “lump area.” All I could think of was, “How am I supposed to take an exam on Monday when I have cancer??” The doctor came in and told me that he believes it is a benign cyst. He said, “We define this as a mass that requires observation.” He said that I do not need a biopsy right now. I need to check it at least monthly and if I notice any changes at all, I am to get further testing done right away. If there are no changes, he wants another mammogram and ultrasound in 6 months. I left there feeling relieved and still scared at the same time. My husband reassured me that if this doctor had any thoughts that it was cancer, he would have sent me for more tests. I know he is right.
But why am I still thinking that I am going to die soon??? God, please don’t let this be another one of Your messages. Although I consider it a gift at times, I really want to be wrong just this once!!!
God Hear My Prayer
Dear God,
I pray that You make Your presence incredibly obvious to these families and friends during this tragic time. God, please be with the emergency responders as they work through the sights, sounds, smells, and feelings they experienced and will continue to experience for a very long time. I pray that everyone will feel a sense of peace soon. God, thank you for keeping my own children safe while they were at the midnight showing of this movie here in our town.
In Jesus’s Holy name,
Amen
James Holmes, may God have mercy on your soul.
I Am An Imperfect Christian
I Am
I am an imperfect Christian
I wonder what life after death is really like
I hear my prayers answered in songs on the radio
I see my mom in my dreams
I want my children to know Jesus
I am an imperfect Christian
I pretend I am brave when I truly am scared
I feel God’s presence every single day
I touch people’s hearts when I can
I worry that my kids don’t know how much I love them
I cry at the drop of a dime
I am an imperfect Christian
I understand that Jesus died for me but I don’t feel worthy
I say that only God knows what is in people’s hearts
I dream about my mom walking again
I try not to judge others
I hope my children get to know Jesus
I am an imperfect Christian
(This poem was created for the Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop. Go HERE to create your own and go HERE to learn how to participate!!
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Kamal Saleem: A Muslim Cries Out to Jesus
As a Christian, this filled my heart so much that I literally sobbed watching it. Praise God and praise Jesus!!!!!!!!! If you are not a Christian, I invite you to spend the next 8 minutes of your life watching this. May God richly bless all of you today and always!!!
I found this awesome video here:
The Ultimate Non-Trad!!!
As you may know, I am a Non-Trad (Non-Traditional College Student). I am 40 years old and just recently earned my BA in Psychology and I am now working on my Masters in Mental Health Counseling.
Getting a degree in my late 30′s was hard work! With family and firehouse obligations, friends telling me that I neglect them, and Lupus, it often seemed like an uphill battle. But I was determined and I am proud that I completed it!
I took a Medical Leave of absence this past semester and half of the semester before that. I go back to school full-time at the end of August and to be honest, I have been really worried about that. I just don’t know if I have what it takes; the passion, the desire, the patience, the same priorities, and mostly, the energy. I am really scared that I will not succeed this time and then I will be devastated that I didn’t. I will regret so much.
I have prayed about this and more so recently. It is amazing how God never ceases to answer my prayers!!! Once again, God, thank you for having my back! How did He answer my prayers this time? When I logged onto Yahoo today, this is the article that greeted me. I think I DO have what it takes. I just need to remind myself of that!
Website Credit: http://gma.yahoo.com/michigan-man-29-college-degrees-counting-191653707–abc-news-topstories.html
Michigan Man Has 29 College Degrees and Counting (ABC News)
Every June, students all over the country don their caps and gowns for graduation. Whether it’s from high school, college or graduate school, most people could easily count their own graduations on one hand.
But not 71-year-old Michael Nicholson of Kalamazoo, Mich.Nicholson has earned 29 degrees and is now pursuing his 30th.
“I just stayed in school and took menial jobs to pay for the education and just made a point of getting more degrees and eventually I retired so that I could go full-time to school,” Nicholson told ABCNews.com.
“It’s stimulation to go to the class, look at the material that’s required and meet the teacher and students. It makes life interesting for me,” he said. “Otherwise, things would be pretty dull.”
Nicholson has one bachelor’s degree, two associate’s degrees, 22 master’s degrees, three specialist degrees and one doctoral degree.
Most of the degrees are related to education such as educational leadership, library science and school psychology, but other degrees include home economics, health education and law enforcement.
Nicholson is currently working on a master’s degree in criminal justice.
“I would like to get to 33 or 34. I’m almost there,” he said. “When I complete that, I’ll feel like I’ve completed my basic education. After that, if I’m still alive — that would take me to 80 or 81 — I would then be free to pursue any type of degree.”
Nicholson’s early interest in education came from the encouragement of his parents, who wanted him to be well-educated. His Canadian father was forced to drop out of school after the third grade to work and his mother graduated from high school.
“We were motivated to continue with our educations and go as far as we could go,” he said of himself and his siblings. “She [his mother] wanted something better for us than simply working at a factory, so she kept doing the necessary for us to continue.”
Nicholson’s first degree was a bachelor’s in religious education from William Tyndale College in Michigan in 1963.
Five degrees later, he was pursuing his doctorate in education from Western Michigan University in 1978.
While pursuing the doctorate, he met Western Michigan University Professor Tom Carey when Nicholson was working as a parking lot attendant writing tickets for the university. He wrote Carey three tickets in one day and the two have now known each other for 35 years.
“I’ve had 18,000 students in class and I’ve never heard of anybody like this,” Carey told ABCNews.com. “He’s the ultimate life-long learner. I marvel at his tenacity to go to school.”
Nicholson has earned all of his degrees; none of them have been honorary or awarded degrees. Though Carey was never Nicholson’s professor, the two meet at least once a year for Nicholson to give Carey an updated resume, which he shows students in his classes.
“He’s intrinsically motivated. It’s unique, but it almost sounds bizarre,” Carey said. “Some people collect animals and he collects tassels.”
And collect tassels he does. Nicholson has been to 28 of his 29 graduation ceremonies.
What does he enjoy about the graduation ceremonies? “Just the pomp and circumstance. … I could do without the speeches,” he said with a laugh.
“Eventually, it became getting as many as I could,” he said. “There’s the excitement of graduation, but the overall objective was to get the degree.”
He has earned degrees from a dozen schools in places including Michigan, Texas, Indiana and Canada, and he always goes to class.
“I would not take an Internet class. That’s far too difficult,” Nicholson said. “I’m not one of those all-A students.”
He still works on a typewriter and his wife Sharon Nicholson helps him type up his assignments. His wife is highly educated in her own right, with seven degrees of her own.
“She helps me with my homework all the time,” he said. “I cannot function on a computer, so she has to do it.”
When asked what advice he would give to recent graduates, Nicholson paused before saying, “Don’t quit too soon. Keep up with your aspirations. A lot of people tend to throw in the towel and have to come back to it later. Don’t give up on your aspirations too soon.”
And the admittedly competitive Nicholson has no plans to give up on his own aspirations, hinting that he has his eye on a few more degrees in the next few years.
“He likes going to school and doesn’t want responsibility,” Carey said. “This is what Mike lives for. He’s about 70 and he’s not going to stop. It wouldn’t surprise me if at one point he tried law school or something else.”
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The (REALLY) Short Hairs
NO, NOT THOSE HAIRS! Get your mind out of the gutter!!
I have ALWAYS had a full head of hair. My mother had a natural afro.
Mom and Me on my wedding day.
One day (while my hair was short, mind you) I got brave and posted to Facebook what my hair looks like when I put a brush to it.
No brushes allowed!! Same for the hair dryer.
This is why I LOVED Gilda Radner!!! We had so much in common.
About a year after I was diagnosed with Lupus, my sister was diagnosed with Esophageal Cancer. Understandably, she was concerned about losing her hair.
I felt so useless during the time she was in treatment for cancer.
I couldn’t turn back the clock.
I couldn’t take the cancer out of her body.
I couldn’t endure the treatments for her.
I COULD pray for her and I PRAYED MY GUTS OUT.
(Thank you, Heavenly Father, for hearing and answering my prayers!!!)
And I could help her feel less alone.
When she lost her hair, I had her shave my head too.
Me just before Mother Of All Haircuts
Silly ponytails
My sister, the hairdresser
Me looking HOT without hair.
Sister Power!!! I never realized how much we resembled each other until we were both bald!
I LOVED this scarf!!!!
And I LOVED my “T’was The Night Before Christmas Cap.” I FROZE if I went to bed without this on!! Yes, I was wearing footie pajamas in this pic! I LOVE my footies!!
I was surprised at how much I LOVED not having hair to deal with every day. It was incredibly liberating!!
Because of my Lupus, I already had plenty of bald spots and my scalp was polka-dotted. If it wasn’t for this issue, I would have stayed bald longer and I would have gone in public without my caps and scarves on.
I think Sinead O’Connor had something going there!
And now that I have THIS song in my head, you can too. You are welcome.
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It’s Official. I Don’t Have Lupus. I Am A Vampire
I have been doing some thinking and I have come to the conclusion that none of my doctors know what the hell they are talking about. Luckily, I do know a thing or three about medicine. I have decided that I do NOT have Lupus (yayyy!!!). I am a vampire. I always suspected it because the sun is my kryptonite and I used to joke that my next coffee table will be a coffin. But now, I am sure of it. How you ask?
Well, I did some research on the Random Facts website (http://facts.randomhistory.com/2009/05/02_vampires.html). Here are the top 14 reasons that I am a vampire.
#14) A group a vampires has variously been called a clutch, brood, coven, pack, or a clan
I often refer to myself as the “leader of my pack” and my dog totally sees me as such.
#13) Probably the most famous vampire of all time, Count Dracula, quoted Deuteronomy 12:23: “The blood is the life.
I too, have quoted Deuteronomy…just not 12:23
#12) The Muppet vampire, Count von Count from Sesame Street, is based on actual vampire myth. One way to supposedly deter a vampire is to throw seeds (usually mustard) outside a door or place fishing net outside a window. Vampires are compelled to count the seeds or the holes in the net, delaying them until the sun comes up.
The Count was my favorite muppet character!!! I loved him way more than I loved Grover and I want to bash Elmo’s face in.
#11) Documented medical disorders that people accused of being a vampire may have suffered from include haematodipsia, which is a sexual thirst for blood, and hemeralopia or day blindness. Anemia (“bloodlessness”) was often mistaken for a symptom of a vampire attack
I have not developed a sexual thirst for blood (yet. I am a relatively young vampire…only 40) but I am anemic and my doctor always tells me that I need more red blood (cells).
#10) One of the most famous “true vampires” was Countess Elizabeth Bathory (1560-1614) who was accused of biting the flesh of girls while torturing them and bathing in their blood to retain her youthful beauty. She was by all accounts a very attractive woman.
I too try to retain my youthful beauty and I AM by all accounts a very attractive woman. Well, at least by my accounts and my boy dog who has a major Oedipus Complex.
#9) A vampire supposedly has control over the animal world and can turn into a bat, rat, owl, moth, fox, or wolf.
I have within my house or my yard (and I shit you not) 3 dogs, 2 tree frogs, 2 fish in an aquarium, 4 Koi in my pond, a baby bunny, a fox, a woodchuck, skunks, a few chipmunks, squirrels, ducks, deer, birds galore, the occasional wild turkey, and a mangy coyote. I have also had pet mice, hamsters, geckos, a parakeet, a cockateil, and a guinea pig.
#8) Joseph Sheridan Le Fany’s gothic 1872 novella about a female vampire, “Carmilla,” is considered the prototype for female and lesbian vampires and greatly influenced Bram Stoker’s own Dracula. In the story, Carmilla is eventually discovered as a vampire and, true to folklore remedies, she is staked in her blood-filled coffin, beheaded, and cremated.
My middle name is Carmela. Close enough!
#7) After the advent of Christianity, methods of repelling vampires began to include holy water, crucifixes, and Eucharist wafers. These methods were usually not fatal to the vampire, and their effectiveness depended on the belief of the user.
Although I was baptized Catholic, I never received Communion. Additionally, I am not Catholic anymore (independent Christian) and I do not believe the Crucifix is a proper symbol of Christianity.
#6) That sunlight can kill vampires seems to be a modern invention, perhaps started by the U.S. government to scare superstitious guerrillas in the Philippines in the 1950s. While sunlight can be used by vampires to kill other vampires, as in Ann Rice’s popular novel Interview with a Vampire, other vampires such as Lord Ruthven and Varney were able to walk in daylight.
I am able to walk in daylight but too much sun will kill me.
#5) The legend that vampires must sleep in coffins probably arose from reports of gravediggers and morticians who described corpses suddenly sitting up in their graves or coffins. This eerie phenomenon could be caused by the decomposing process.
I sit up suddenly while I am sleeping. Especially if I have to pee or I hear a noise.
#4) Hollywood vampires are typically pale, aristocratic, very old, need their native soil, are supernaturally beautiful, and usually need to be bitten to become a vampire.
I am freakishly pale for an Italian and I don’t tan; I burn. I feel very old, I have lived in the same town my entire life and I am even supernaturally beautiful. Well, I think I am kinda good looking and although my beauty may not be SUPERnatural, it is UNnatural. I had a tummy tuck.
#3) The most popular vampire in children’s fiction in recent years had been Bunnicula, the cute little rabbit that lives a happy existence as a vegetarian vampire.
PEETA???? For those of you who do not know, Peeta is the baby bunny I rescued, raised for 12 days, and I believe is the one living in my front yard now.
#2) A rare disease called porphyria (also called the “vampire” or “Dracula” disease) causes vampire-like symptoms, such as an extreme sensitivity to sunlight and sometimes hairiness. In extreme cases, teeth might be stained reddish brown, and eventually the patient may go mad.
I have extreme sensitivity to sunlight, the hair ON MY HEAD is very thick (even with the occasional bald spots), my teeth are stained a bit…always thought that was coffee but now I know better…and I am ALWAYS going mad. Hence, the Xanax.
And the #1 reason I am a vampire…
I had my fire department physical last night. The woman told me, “Your eyesight sucks but your hearing is incredible. I bet nothing gets past you! I can imagine that even the slightest sounds drive you nuts (YUPPP!!!). YOU HAVE THE EYES AND EARS OF A BAT!”
And now that I want to watch this movie again, you can too!
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Peeta Returns?
It has been seven days since my last confession. Shit. Wrong thought. Actually, I privately confess about every 7 minutes because I keep thinking that the more I talk and plead, the less chance I have of going to hell. God accounts for brownie points, right? Formally, it has been 40+ years since my last confession. Okay, fine. I have NEVER gone to confession but since I gave up Catholicism for a branch of Christianity that is a little more “God still loves you even if you ate an entire cake AND masturbated on the same day” and a little less, “ooooohhhhhh, you are in sooooooo much troubllllleeeee,” I no longer accept that not going to confession is a sin in and of itself. I mean, why would I tell some guy that probably did worse things than me all of my dirt? It will only give him ideas.
Tangent much?
And we are back.
It has been seven days since I set Peeta Cottontail free. Yesterday, I saw a little baby bunny in my front yard. Maybe Peeta wandered from the back yard to the front yard? Well, of course that is it because I am quite certain that Peeta is the ONLY baby bunny on my street. Makes total sense to me.
I tried to film him yesterday. I just dated myself with the term “film.” Just pretend I said “record” or “capture” or “stalk” or “digitalize” or “dude” or whatever the hell makes me sound younger than someone who says “film.” Anyway, I tried to video record him yesterday but either I had too much coffee or too much crack because the damn camera was bouncing all over the place when it appeared to me that my hands were perfectly still. You would have gotten motion sickness for sure.
I recorded him a few times this morning but apparently, the crack hasn’t completely cleared my system yet and it wasn’t any better. He also was on the camera for a total of 99 seconds before he ran off, seemingly never to return again.
I threw a carrot over to where he was and then said, “Well, I guess that is it. He is gone for now.” The second I turned off the camera, this happened. That Peeta. He loves messin’ with me.
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If You Love Some Bunny, Set It Free (Bunny Rescue, Final Chapter)
Peeta has grown so much since I first got him about 12 days ago. I have been handling him less so that it would be less traumatizing for both of us when it came time to let go. I also have been weaning him from the formula from 2 feedings/day to 1.
Lately when I remove the lid from the cage, he has been very jumpy and I can tell he really needs to be a free spirit. He doesn’t belong in a cage and he knows it. Although I never planned on keeping him as a pet (plan was always to get him big and strong enough to be free), I thought I would have held onto him longer than just shy of 2 weeks.
Today was bitter-sweet. I let Peeta go and I know he is happy and will be okay. But I am still a little sad. I suck at videography but enjoy the video none-the-less!!
Here is your new home, Peeta! Enjoy the space but be careful out there, buddy!
A bit roomier than the 10 gallon tank!
And because I have this song in my head today, you can too!!
“God Hates Fags”
While searching for images of God Tattoos, I came across this.
Kudos to the person for allowing an incision to fuck up his hateful tattoo in order to donate an organ. I will give him credit for that. But that is the ONLY credit I will extend him! For anyone who shares the same views as this wonderful contribution to society, I say this.
GOD LOVES ALL OF HIS CHILDREN!!! That hate is in you, not God! DON’T YOU DARE SPREAD YOUR HATE IN GOD’S NAME. God even loves you, Mr. (or Ms.) Hater but I am willing to bet that our Heavenly Father is a bit saddened by your behavior.
I sincerely hope this person has an awakening someday (or may have had one already) and has to endure the regret of getting this horrible tattoo and the pain of having it lasered off!
