Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Full Moon!

It's that time of the month again! No I'm not talking about that. I am talking about it being a full moon!! I have been feeling so energized lately it's awesome. I see my little moon widget over on the right hand side and thing "Oh that's so pretty." I really think the full moon is amazing and gorgeous. I think I am starting to get a rhythm going on this, because I am starting to feel the energy returning and building. I have no idea what to do for this full moon. I know, you're not surprised. I read on the Domestic Witch that it would be a good time to sew some seeds. Well, maybe I should sew the seeds for me to be more organized, and be able to plan better. That sounds like a good idea.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Ostara Pictures!

So I totally took pictures of my nature walk and of my Ostara alter. Anyway, here are some pictures of the awesomeness that was Ostara. I know this is a little late but I kept getting side tracked every time I went to do this post! Anyway, here we go.

General windy desert splendor. That is the first sighting of that mysterious rock wall.

A picture of my dog, Mark.

Another Mark picture.

The rock wall, which I have no idea what it is or was. Just that it looks like it caved in.

Another picture of a different angle.

My boys, and Mark.

Another of the boys and Mark.

One of the hubs and my boys.
No there are no pictures of me... all pictures of me get digitally burned. Actually didn't think of taking a picture of me out there. Anyway, my nature walk with the family was fun, even the boys loved it. They keep asking when we are going back out there for another walk. So I guess it's going to be sooner rather than later.

Oh and before I forget! My Ostara Alter.

My eggs are awesome.
So thanks for tuning in for this picture post and I'll be back later with some witty commentary on something. Maybe.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013


(This was supposed to be posted on Monday.... blogger didn't post it... bad blogger no cookie.)
So Ostara is coming up. Excited? Yeah! I get to crochet some Ostara eggs. I know it is so exciting! Shush, crocheting is not just for old ladies. I have some awesome self striping yarns and it's going to be really cool. I'll be sure to get some pictures and upload them for you guys to see. I am not sure what else to do for Ostara. I should probably consult my books and come up with a good plan.

I should just do some more research besides seeing how Easter eggs came to be. They are a sign of fertility you know. Yeah I am sure you did know that. I'll add more to this post when I figure out what else to do for Ostara.

(Today: 3-20)
So I made some Ostara eggs, and I am going to crochet some Easter eggs for the oldest boy's class. Since I am not so newly converted to Wicca, I don't really see a problem with my children celebrating Easter, as in a "Lets get a shit ton of candy and fight each other over eggs" kind of day. Which is how we actually celebrate it anyway. Even when I was younger it was never really religious, and it was more about seeing what the Easter bunny shit out on the sidewalk when he left our baskets. So anyway, both my boys got an Ostara egg, because they thought mommy crocheting little eggs was so awesome, and they kept telling me they wanted eggs. On a tangent: Did you know that crocheted eggs are really aerodynamic and are really accurate when thrown? I didn't either.

Anyway, so my plans for today is going out for a walk in the desert. I normally don't do nature walks and I am sure the hubs is going to look at me like I have gone completely bonkers when I suggest it, but he will still be happy none the less. He likes going for walks but not when he is alone. Because you know when you are alone the werewolves will get you.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Bleeeeehhhh and Spook

Sorry I haven't updated for a while. First I was busy and couldn't think of what to write, then I thought of something I could write, then I got sick. Which is where I am currently. In the land of Sicktopia stuck on the island of Abdominal Distress. I looked my symptoms up on Web MD this morning and it told me that I was having a heart attack and I should dial 911 right away... then I kept reading and it could be abdominal distress which heart attacks are frequently mistaken for, so I am just going to go with abdominal distress since I am still alive now. If I read that last night when I thought I was dying, I would have probably forced the hubs into taking me to the ER. I am not going to go into details about my abdominal distress, but I can say this, I would not wish it on my most terrible of enemy. (I currently don't have a most terrible enemy so I guess that point is moot, right?)

So before I got sick my post was going to be about the spooky and nearly shit myself story about an angry male spirit yelling in my face. So on the morning of Feb 27, I was scared out of bed by a very angry male spirit screaming in my face "Watch it (or "out"), mother fucker!" I immediately sat up, woke the hubs up to see if he heard it. He didn't. I couldn't lay back down. I was thoroughly freaked out, so I went into the kitchen and made some coffee and huddled around it until I could stop freaking out. See that was the scariest spirit experience I have ever had. I have never been yelled at by any spirit ever, and with that level of anger that came of that dude. I shudder even thinking about it. Anyway, so being the smart person I am, before I go to bed I decide to go and take a picture of my side of the bed with my digital camera. Well, that wasn't smart. I look at the picture and I swear I see a pair of eyes looking at me over my side of the bed. I freaked the freak out. The next day, after sleeping so poorly the night before, I convinced the hubs to give me some money to buy a sage stick. I went on my favorite magickal website, and ordered me a smudge stick, a smudge pot and a black feather. I got the sage with sweetgrass. The smudge pot was smaller than I expected, but I didn't really read the description either, so that one was on me. Anyway, so I got it in the next week, and I waited for the right time to smudge. Which presented itself a week later when the hubs took the children to the park.

I light the stick... I light it again.... and again.... and again. What in the actual fuck? I get it to light for two seconds and it goes out, produces little smoke and then goes out completely. Just before I got frustrated, I managed to get it lit and I do a walk through. My nose is a little stuffed this day because this is when I am starting to get sick, so the smoke smells like marijuana to my stuffed nose. I thought for sure one of my neighbors in the complex or maybe even the apartment manager was going to run up to my apartment and bang on the door, wondering why I am smoking it when there is a clear no drugs policy. As I am walking through my apartment I am saying, "If you are nice, you can stay, if you are mean, get out now." I grew up with nice spirits never bothering me, every once in a while getting a little spooked by the odd shape in the corner, but never a full out scream in my face. So I finish the walk through, and I am tired at this time. I snuff my smudge stick and let the smoke drift through the apartment. All windows and most doors are open. Couldn't have the front door open because I don't think my neighbors would appreciate my dog running around and jumping on them while desperately trying to get them to play with him. That dog is a people attention whore. I veg out in front of the computer for a little bit, then I close all the windows and do a happy jig because I can finally go into my bedroom without anyone else. The mean spirit I felt was gone and now I am no longer afraid.

Not sure how to end this whole thing... maybe if you get the shit scared out of you by an angry spirit, tell them to get out and smudge the shit out of your place. Oh and don't Web MD any symptoms for anything. According to them your death is immediate.

Peace, love, and hot dogs.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Talking to a crow

So this morning I dragged my ass out of bed, dragged my ass into a shower, then dragged my ass to take the dog out. (After I got dressed you sick perv.) You can totally assume that I was dragging ass this morning. Anyway, I have the dog on his leash, we are on our way out side, when I notice that had rained. I was halfway down the stairs before I realized it was still raining. The dog was too far downstairs and I didn't want to drag him back up so I just kept going. Crazy lady walking her dog with wet hair and no sweater. I'm hardcore like that.

So anyway we walk across the complex, walk across the parking lot and I let the dog do his business, and a crow lands on a tree across the street and starts cawing.

Me: Hi. How ya doin?
Crow: Cawcawcaw
Me: Oh yeah I know I should have gotten a sweater.
Crow: Cawcawcaw
Me: You know if anyone came out here and saw me talking to you, they would think I'm crazy... Of course I probably am... unless your Morrigan. Are you Morrigan?
Crow: *silence*
Me: Okay well, nice chatting with you Morrigan.

I tell the hubs about this and he looks at me and says "Please don't tell me you are turning into that person who post shit like: Okay I'm sitting down. Having a cup of coffee now." I respond with, "No of course not, I had a conversation with a goddess. It's pretty relevant to my blog."