I've been told that there has been some discussion about some of the pictures I recently posted on my (MySpace) profile. To answer the questions very frankly:

Yes, I'm Pagan. I have been for more than 15 years. It won't be changing, I promise you, so please don't think of trying to convert me. I'll only get annoyed and I won't be nice about it. If you have honest questions about my faith though, I am happy to answer them. Converting is not our thing... but educating the public and breaking the myths are.

Just please, all I ask is that you talk to me about it, not go behind my back. It's rude. And I don't bite after all. At least not much....

...to end a weekend that was painful.

As I posted in my update, someone I loved very much has truly disappointed and hurt me, as well as the rest of our family. It hurts my heart to see what he has become. He is full of hate and loathing, not only for himself (though he tries to hide it), but also for anyone who questions what he's doing. Self-interest seems to be the only thing driving him these days. I tolerated his behavior for far too long and I called him on it. He wrote things to me, in his anger, that are unforgivable. We've had our words and now I'm done with him.

If he is reading this, don't bother writing to me. I won't be reading it. Your last messages were only opened in the hopes that they started with an apology. They didn't so they were chucked unread. Just more of your venom.

I'm done getting hurt. I will not let him affect my feelings anymore. I've had my tears but I will not shed another one for him. My love is given gladly to those who deserve it and there are plenty in my life who do.

Tomorrow is a new day, right? So to end on the beautiful note I mentioned, I came across this video today of women in art. It shows 500 years worth in about 3 minutes. I thought it was lovely. I hope you do too.

Why is it when I get to feeling not well, it's like chumming the sharks?

Connor came down with the flu a couple of days ago. He's fine now but I think I'm getting it. I've been fuzzy-headed since yesterday and I'm getting the joint acheys (sp?) today. Just in general blah but I'm trying not to show it.. How do these kids pick up on it? I swear, they dipped their toes in Trouble Lake in just about every place on the shore tonight.

Shawni was trying her darnedest to touch the woodstove or climb the stairs. There was also the full can of pop that got dumped, the contact paper that was unrolled and crumpled up, the dinner that got thrown to the waiting dogs, and the sippy cup that got hurled across the room. Let's not even talk about the tantrums.

Connor played the part of Mr. Tattletale in this play, which in and of itself isn't usually a bad thing. But when I hear "MOMMY!!!!" from the next room while I'm cooking dinner because Shawni took two steps to the left, I gotta draw the line somewhere. Then there was the stepping on the dog, tripping up his sister, the talking back (Who taught this boy to talk??? Seriously. I want to kick their ass!), taking forever to eat his dinner, the instigating... ARGH!!! I felt like I was hollering all night at them and I don't like that.

Somebody.. Anybody... Tell me it gets better. Please?
Bueller.... Bueller?

I'm gonna go watch Holmes on Homes and go to bed... Bleh...