Breaks and Unmatching Underwear

To the casual observer, it may look like I have my shit together. Nothing could be farther from the truth. I am a free spirit. 

Sometimes I take a break in the middle of a conversation to deal with other crap for no apparent reason.  First it was my own illness. Then my estranged family thought it wise to mess with me. Now, a friend's health has got me worried.

Sometimes it is not fun to be smart. 

A friend sent me a copy of her doctor's report, blood test and CT scan. Her cancer is now everywhere. Game over. 

Even though I am not a doctor, I know what certain medical terminology means. If I have ever seen the word before or not. I get the jist.

My ability to understand may scare some people. Oh, well, I have got better things to do than worry about a party pooper. The results I read did scare me though. Scared me so much that I called a retired nurse friend to make sure I conveyed the test results correctly to my other friend. 

I knew before I called her. I knew so much I had a meltdown in my house. Good thing I live alone these days.

Now I am in the sad and unique position to tell a friend to stop. Stop her life and get her affairs in order. To have a quick bucket list and go for it. She thinks she has about six months. I don't give her that. I say more like 60 days. 

So to everyone who thinks they have time. Screw it. Live how you want to live as long as it does not harm anyone else. Take that vacation. Wear underwear that does not match your other unmentionables. 

Life is too short. 

So go live it.

Not Another Sick Day with Sick Skies

I'm home. I'm in and out of bed. I am sore.

I did way too much yesterday, but hey, the house looks pretty good! I don't. 

That's okay with all the chemical lines in the skies and smelly clouds, I don't belong outside or doing any type of exercise. I'm better off taking it easy today. Tomorrow, we'll see. 

Being so sick that it has disabled me for life makes me fluent in many areas of study: medicine, chemistry, naturopathy, homeopathy, and environmentalism. Obviously, I am not licensed because I am unable to go to school, but I know enough to understand what is happening to me and in the world around me. 

That, and I'm just smart... on the days I can be. ;) 

So when I say I am concerned about something, it's usually more than that. I am really scared and I'm not sure what I can do about it. If I run around screaming the sky is falling, the sky is falling... well, no one is going to listen to me, are they?

I know some people have already rolled their eyes about my lines in the sky topic, which are toxic chemicals eating away at our ozone and releasing methane gas from the Antarctic ice sheets creating a real life doomsday scenario.

But you can't say anything or you are a crazy person. 

I am part science and part art. I understand well enough that Earth is in trouble and no one seems to be doing anything about it but making the problem worse. Spraying chemicals in the atmosphere is making whatever the government is afraid of much, much worse.

This direct assault on the world impacts me. Since Phoenix has been under a non-stop spraying directive for the past 6 to 8 weeks, I haven't been breathing too well. I'm not alone in this reaction. Normal people in all of the western world are dying of heart failure, respiratory diseases, immune reactions, and liver/renal failure. So, it's just not me.

What to do? Stand up. When you see the lines in the sky, say something, to anyone. I do. I ask what the hell that's for and what I found out when I looked it up on the internet, which is all true. It's not safe anywhere on the planet because somewhere in our government someone though this spraying was a good idea. 

Not by a long shot.

I may not have all these degrees, but I have common sense. Messing with Mother Earth is not smart, and it's not any government's right. 

So if you get a chance to read some of my articles on the VDP Gazette, make sure you watch the lecture by Dane Wigington. Then you will understand why I am so concerned... i.e., frightened as hell.

Because if the government is trying everything to lock us down, create a police state, and build bunkers and underground shelters for themselves... it would be because they know it's coming down, it's their fault, and we're going to start after the culprits.

So have a great Valentine's Day and remember knowledge is power and positivity. You can't be an awesome person without the facts.

Have a great and wonderful day.

Black Cat Fever Goes to the Dogs

My Bombay named Riley Skye loves to play fetch. She brings me her little toys and wants me to throw them so she can bring them back... over and over again.

For those who do not know, Bonbays are black cats. Super smart, super funny cats. Most people associate black cats with witches, black magick, and bad luck. Far from the truth. 

Bombays are part Birman. So that little bit of Siamese gives them a bonding quality to humans that is beyond compare. Somewhat vocal. Bossy, but fun, Bombays are a delight have around. 

Two of Riley's half sisters from another mother live outside in my garage. Chaun is funny always butting my hand when I try to give her dry food, so it goes everywhere. Samika is  beautiful and large, about twelve pounds!  Sweet as can be too. 

These cats are athletic with short dark chocolate fur that is silky and shiny. 

If you have never been owned by a Bombay, I highly recommend it. You will never be without a larger than life personality in the house. Or a watchful eye as you take a shower.

Now to hide her toys so she won't want to play "fetch" at two and three in the morning! hahaha!

Have a great night.