Monday, December 29, 2014

A Year in Reflection

As the New Year approaches I find myself thinking back to everything that happened this year. I got married, my sister had a baby and gave her up for adoption. My sister was diagnosis with Tuberous sclerosis, a form of epilepsy that causes tumors to form in her brain and causes seizures. My grandmother passed away this year and I gave birth to a healthy baby boy..... So much happened that I hope next year, 2015, in much MUCH quieter.

But as I thought about my year, the ups and downs, the babies, the fights the laughter....My husband and children really are my brightest blessings. This got me to thinking about my Boo, his smile, laugh, I can't stay mad at him for he is brilliant, funny, sweet, loyal and kind... It made me wonder...Can I make a list of all the things I KNOW he likes? Could he make a list about me? Can you make a list about your significant other? Or ANY of the people in your life? How does one measure how WELL we know someone?

Is it their stories? Their past? Their hopes and dreams? Does knowing these things equal up to knowing a person? Does knowing their wants and desires, what they like on their hamburger or how they take their ice tea the definition of whether or not you know someone well? Can you love someone and not know them, or not know EVERYTHING about them? Is the past really the past? How much does what you have done in the past affect your future?

I have friends who have done horrible things, possibly things I don't even know about....and I don't care...the things I DO know about my friends is why I love them...Now of course there are things I would draw the line at....Pedophile, Rape, Murder (under certain circumstances) really conservative tea party politics (sorry). However my unconditional love flows over a lot of rocks and bumps and under a ton of bridges. I would hope my friends feel the same for me, that no matter if I am a liar, a gossip, a manipulator, a door matt, a bitch, a cry baby...that the things we do together, conversations we have had, good and bad times shared, moments gone through....I would hope all of these things mattered more than something that might have happened years before. That you might feel guilty about, refuse to think about or not even care you did.

Everyone has secrets and they deserve not to be judged by them. I know the people I love all have secrets, things they feel ashamed about or guilty of. Pondering these questions made me realize. I DONT FUCKING CARE. The people I love, I love for who they are now and when they are with me....Stupid? I don't think so, everyone deserves love, friendship and family and to have somethings kept private and forgotten about.

Humans are not naturally good, we can choose to be good, but we all have the ability to do bad and evil things. We judge ourselves about the "bad" we do on concepts like: "Will I got to Heaven?"  "What would so and so say if they knew?" But really isn't it about how YOU feel about yourself....I have always known I am not such a good person, I have done bad things I regret, that cause me moments of guilt and panic (anxiety disorder enter here). Then I stop myself and think, "isn't the fact I feel bad what's important here?" "Did I ruin someone's whole life with that act? And if I did, did I do it on purpose?" "Compared to Hitler, Ted Bundy and Nixon, is what I did or said really that bad or evil?"

I also have to look at how others view me...which I hate saying because it's really NOT about what others think about you....However, when you have people who tell you, "you put up with that a lot longer than I would have." or "Why do you even pick up the phone, you're too nice." or even, "everyone knows you will be there if something bad happens."  Maybe I am not as horrible as I view myself? Maybe it is true: you are your own worse critic.

I am constantly trying to improve myself, be a better version of me...What if that's the flaw and I should just embrace my awful parts and my beautiful parts?....Maybe things are not as black and white as hero and villain. I am not saying that I should stop telling the truth or let my anger get the better of me...I am saying if I lie, if I lose my temper, maybe I shouldn't beat myself up over it anymore and just love who I am, flaws and all....I can be a prideful, sarcastic, lying, manipulative, angry, selfish bitch....I can also be a loyal, loving, funny, romantic, creative, beautiful mother, wife, daughter and friend. Which is the real me? They both are.

  So with that Happy New Years and Bright Blessings to you all.

Can you list 20 things about your romantic partner that they like? Can you list it about your Best Friend? Try it and see where it takes you.

I gave it a try and here's how I did.

My Boo likes:

Going to the Library
Baking Bread
Trying new places to eat
Anything French
The color red
Star Trek
Listening to conspiracy theory podcasts
Playing Candy Crush
Seventh Samurai (movie)
Casablanca (movie)
Mystery novels (especially the noir kind)
Loose leaf tea
Old fashioned pirate type ships and explorers like in Treasure Island
Political Blogs
Religious History
Bird watching

My Best Friend Turtle likes:

The Color blue
Red-tailed Hawks
Swimming/the water
Princess Bride
LoTR and Hobbit
The scent of Lavender
Country Music
Les Miserables (The Musical)
Being and Auntie
The Moon
The Summer
Arizona Green Tea

Saturday, December 13, 2014

The Definitive Ranking of Holiday Traditions and How most of them are Pagan

So I noticed that the last two years I have been doing this blog I haven't really touched on Christmas. Now everyone knows I am Pagan, and we typically celebrate Yule, however I was raised Christian and we celebrated Christmas in my family and I enjoy the traditions. Not because I believe in the birth of Christ, but because it is a good time to remember to love each other, be thankful and to forget your worries and troubles and be happy. I also celebrate Christmas because it's what Americans do. We get Christmas Day off, the stores have Christmas decorations and Christmas Sales, Schools have Christmas Programs and there are Christmas Movies and Christmas Songs...So I celebrate Christmas and it's not a big deal.

Now a lot of people have started saying things like Happy Holidays, as to not offend anyone....I don't really care, it's the spirit BEHIND those words that mean the most to me....not the words themselves.

People also get all upiddity about saying Merry X-Mas....How it takes the Christ out of Christmas....I could counter argue that...but I shouldn't';t have to. Not everyone thinks Christmas is about Christ and you shouldn't force your crap on someone else or automatically assume they are saying it to insult you. They probably just didn't want to type or text out Merry Christmas.

All that being said, most Christian traditions are actually pagan. So here is a list of the top ten traditions most Christians practice and how they are actually Pagan (or just have nothing to do with the birth of Jesus).This is not meant to offend, I don't really care if you are Christian or not...I do care you respect other people and their own reasons for celebrating this holiday season.

 On a scale from one to ten, one being the best tradition ever and ten being the lamest:

10.) Hanging and kissing under the Mistletoe

Mistletoe was considered a magical plant in Pagan lore. It was said to give fertility, life and protection and was sacred. It was gathered at summer and winter solstices and it was said to ward against evil spirits when used to decorate one’s home. This  can be linked back to the Festival of Saturnalia and other Greek and Roman marriage rites.Saturnalia was the celebration of Saturn, the Roman God of sowing or seeds. It was a seven day festival in December where work and business was suspended and slaves given temporary freedom.

9.) Stringing up Lights

Ancient pagans lit bonfires and candles on the winter solstice and the holidays around it to celebrate the return of the light.

8.)Using Holly and Ivy for Decorations

Decorating with holly and ivy is an ancient pagan tradition and was used by the Romans to decorate at Saturnalia celebrations.

7.)Red and Green as Christmas Colors
Green because Holly, Ivy and Mistletoe are plants used during winter celebrations for thousands of years. It brightens up a home in the dark winter months. Red is used now-a-days because of the berries from the Holly plant and Santa’s suit, not really Pagan as such, but not Christian either.

6.) The Yule Log

There are a few Yule Log origin stories. In Northern Europe, Winter festivals were considered to be a Feast of the Dead, complete with ceremonies full of spirits, devils. Burning bonfires and special wood helped keep away the evil spirits. The origins of the Yule Log can be also be traced back to the Midwinter festivals, where Noresmen would feast and drink while burning fire in the hearth, toasting to health. To most Europeans burning the log for at least 12 hours would bring protection from evil and the ashes were spread over the fields and in wells to bring fertility and purification. Ashes were also used in charms to ward off storms and get rid of vermin.

5.)Celebrating on December 25th

When the Church came in and basically took over they changed many Pagan holidays to match Christian ones to make the transition easier and more appealing. For Christmas they took the Winter Soltice, or Yule and decided, “hey let’s make this Christmas, Christ’s birthday celebration.” (Not the exact words, by the by.) Due to certain passages in the bible most scholars believe Jesus wasn’t even born in the winter, that he was a spring or summer baby

4.)Christmas Trees

During the winter solstice people would hang boughs of pine, spruce and fir over their doors and windows to keep away evil, evergreen plants and trees also reminded them that even though it was winter and the Sun God was gone he would come again. Ancient Egyptians used green palm rushes to symbolize life over death, Romans used evergreen boughs in their homes during Saturnalia and the Druids used them as symbols of everlasting life. Though Christians did start the tradition of decorating the tree in the 16th century.

3.) Santa Claus

  The oldest story is from 280 A.D in Turkey, it is stated he was a monk, turned Saint, but I could find no mention of who gave him saint hood, or what the original name was. The main story was he was a guy who saved sisters from being raped and gave all his worldly belongings to the poor.  You also have Sinter Klaas in Dutch, Kris Kringle for the Swiss and Germany. In Scandinavia he is thought to be an elf named Jultomten who is in a sleigh pulled by goats. The English call him Father Christmas, Pere Noel is French and in Russia he is an old woman named Babouschka. In Italy she is a kind old witch who rides a broomstick and gives toys. Depending on the area and year the myth originates most of the origin stories for Santa change, some adding Jesus or Christianity, some not.

2.)Krampus- The Evil Santa Christmas Devil

A half goat, half demon beast who beats people into being naughty or nice. He is said to be the son of Hel from Norse Mythology, a horrible Hag, Goddess of the Underworld. He shows up on December 6th and steals children away who have been wicked.

1.) The Giving and Receiving of Gifts

In Ancient Rome gifts were given on New Year’s instead of during Saturnalia in celebration of the fertitlity Goddess Strenia, Goddess of the New Year and Purification. Pagans gave gifts during Yule
. These gifts were normally more simply, celebrating fertility through wheat, alcohol and vegetables. Early church leaders actually tried to ban the practice and since the people wouldn’t let this specific tradition go they justified it by saying, “the three wise men gave gifts so we can too.”

-Christmas Caroling is a totally CHRISTIAN tradition. Read about the really interesting history here

So Merry Christmas Everyone! Or whatever Winter Holiday you choose. Be kind, be safe and be happy. Bright Blessings!!

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Supernatural Hates Witches But is Generally Amusing

So I have been watching Supernatural for a while now, I have basically watched all 9 seasons plus the first five episodes of season 10. 

Now there are some things I really like about this program: Dean, the funny one liners, Dean, the sarcasm, the cheese, Dean, the music, the monster of the week vibe, Dean, the campy episodes, the special effects, how some of it is legit scary oh and did I mention Dean?

But I have a love hate relationship with this series because I cannot get past several things:

1) Sam- not only does he spend the entire show whining and unable to take care of himself, but  more than half the time he is the reason they are in trouble. He doesn't appreciate his brother and he is the angstiest dude I have ever seen on television. (Though the name thing really throws me since he was DEAN on Gilmore Girls first lol )

2) The angel, heaven, hell, demon epic good versus evil battle thing. Fine Dean gets raised from Hell by Cas, but then there is all that Cas trying to be God, Levithan, Lucifer battle, Metatron, angels fall bull shit. Seriously I skipped most of season 4-7.It was easy, just watch the first few minutes of every show, they RECAP it all, every time.

3) The boy melodrama (Or BM scene lol) sorry but I can't get past the dueling brooding that appears in every episode. Sometimes life and TV need humor without having to have a serious in the car where is our life going moment. Dean is less moody than Sam, but sometimes the two of them seem to be fighting over who is more butt hurt.

4) But my biggest pet peeve has been this;  Supernatural hates witches. I have been going back and watching episodes I skipped cause they sounded boring.... (and I was mostly right) and there have been four so far which paint witches and pagans in a very bad light.  Apparently in this show pagans have killer Gods (and not the normal kind you just sacrifice to, but ones that actively hunt and kill you), they create The Craft like covens who have instant access to black magic and do horrible things with no consequences, or simply like to curse/kill people to raise demons.

Why can't the witch be the good guy? Why is it always all magic is evil. Dean is quoted as saying, "I hate Witches." I get making vampires, shape shifters, werewolves and demons evil...The lore is against them and there are not these things in the modern world, but there are witches and it offends me that in a show like this magic workers are almost always cast in a bad light. That doesn't help my and my fellow witches image out here in the real world. It is tough enough getting Christians (and everyone else) to believe I am not a Satan worshiping, virgin sacrificing goat killer without popular media making me look bad.

Maybe they could have a good witch help them out? That'd be awesome.

Any way...

The following are my recommendations for the top episodes of Supernatural. These are the ones you watch if you don't want too much drama, angst or serious story line, these are either actually scary or just a lot of fun.

Season One
Bloody Mary- explores the legend

Hook Man- Explores the old Urban Legend

Asylum- Haunted Asylum

Scarecrow- A town sacrifices couples to an old god so they can have a happy town

Route 666- Killer truck

Hell House- haunted house

Something Wicked- Creepy thing attacking children

Provenance- Killer painting

Season Two

No Exit- H.H. Holmes, America's First Serial Killer

Play Things- Haunted Inn

Tall Tales- Trickster God and urban legends

Hollywood Babylon-  Haunted film set in California, horror movie with real ghosts

Season Three

The Kids Are Alright- changeling kids who feed on their moms

Bad Day and Black Rock- cursed unlucky rabbits foot

Bedtimes Stories- fairy tale retellings

Red Sky in the Morning- ghost ship

Ghostfacers- haunted house and a reality TV ghost hunter show

Season Four
Monster Movie- in black and white, old horror monsters are coming alive to kill people

Family Remains- creepy kids in the walls of an old farm house

The Monster at the End of this Book- Supernatural is really a book series too?

Season Five

Fallen Idols- a God pretending to be famous people is killing.

The Real Ghost Busters- a Supernatural convention inside a real haunted house

My Bloody Valentine-  You see a half naked cupid in this episode and lovers eat each other

Season Six

The French Mistake- the boys are in a reality TV show

Frontierland- Boys go back in time to the wild wild west

Season Seven

Time for a Wedding- someone casts a love spell on Sam

The Slice Girls- killer amazons...need I say more?

Out With the Old- cursed objects kill people, like curses ballet shoes

Of Grave Importance- giant haunted mansion with spooky ghost

Season Eight

Bitten- Found footage style about werewolves

Hunter Heroici- murders made to look like cartoons

LARP and the Real Girl- murders taking place during a large LARPing event

Season Nine

Slumber Party- Wizard of Oz Retelling

Rock and a Hard Place- Virgins are being killed by Hestia

The Purge- fat sucking creatures at a health spa

#Thinman- a Slender man rip off by Ghostfacers

Bloodlines- Mafia Monster Familys run Chicago

Season 10
Fan Fiction- 200 Episode, all girls school putting on a Supernatural Musical

Monday, November 10, 2014

The First Amendment Does Not Mean You Can Cat Call Me

So recently in the news a video made headlines. A woman walking around, silently, in New York  is harassed more than 100 times by men of various creeds, and creepiness.

Video can be viewed here at Hollaback Awesome Street Harassment Video

Now the video does have some faults, but basically in a crude way it shows how women are treated simply walking down the street.

Video did cut out white guys making it look like men of color did the majority of harassment, they did apologize and this fun article shows that in the end it didn't matter:

A Hollaback response video

I have heard people say, "well some of the comments were nice, or not nasty." That is besides the point. As a person (any sex or race) it is your right to walk to work, the public transport, a store etc..etc... without being harassed whether the person harassing you thinks that they are. Just like sexual harassment this type of street harassment is subject to the victim's point of view. Just because you think telling a woman, "hey lady why don't you smile!" is a compliment doesn't mean that to her it isn't unwanted attention.

Here is a great article detailing the definition of street harassment: What is Street Harassment?

As a woman (especially a plus size woman) I know what it's like to walk down the street and be told to smile, even if you don't want to and if you don't comply to be told you must be a bitch or "too good" to smile at some ass hole who decided the street was a appropriate place to a) pick up a date or b)to talk to a strange woman. Or sometimes worse, decide to call me fat or ugly...Why? Just cause. though probably cause their dick is small and they can't handle a real woman. lol

It doesn't matter what we do as women, keep our heads down, smile, wear boring baggy clothes, wear sexy clothes, talk back, ignore.....The comments, leers and rude gestures keep coming. This is why many women travel in packs; safety in numbers my friend, safety in numbers.

Women should be concerned, it's not like guys cat call other guys. In fact if a man said to another man, "hey dude, lovin that wife beater style, yo!" He would get his ass kicked.  In fact a recent twitter account has been created to show what I mean.  #dudesgreetingdudes

Men like to say that they would be fine if women turned the tables and I have two responses to that. 1) I have done it and men get just as embarrassed or become very mean, quickly or 2) they enjoy it because sadly most men are sexist pigs who would love nothing more than to have a strange women compliment his package size or "hotness".

As a woman I have this to say to men, "do not approach us on the street, in our cars, at the supermarket, with our friends, with our family, with our children. It's not appropriate and we don't appreciate it."  The rules to this are acceptable social situations where women like to have said attention. Bars, meet ups, single's activities, a date, speed dating etc..  We have had it ingrained in us that if you approach, most women will automatically assume you are a rapist/mugger/beggar/creeper/stalker/asshole and will avoid you like the plague.

I had one guy tell me it was his first amendment right to say what he liked to a woman. Well here's a fun tip for you. The first amendment is Freedom Speech, not Freedom to be a douche bag.

The Amendment was adopted on December 15, 1791. The Amendment states:
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
Exceptions to Free Speech:

Obscenity (which is defined as "the average person, applying contemporary community standards, would find that the [subject or work in question], taken as a whole, appeals to the prurient interest" and (2) "depicts or describes, in a patently offensive way, contemporary community standards, sexual conduct defined by the applicable state law" and (3) "the work, taken as a whole, lacks serious literary, artistic, political, or scientific value". Some subsidiary components of this rule may permit private possession of obscene materials at one's home. Additionally, the phrase "appeals to the prurient interest" is limited to appeals to a "shameful or morbid interest in sex), child pornography laws, slander, immediate intent to do violence, threats, offensive speech (defined as  speech might be unprotected if it either intentionally, knowingly, or recklessly inflicts severe emotional distress or if the other person perceives it as such), copy rights (or the works of others), and commercial speech.

So actually street harassment is forbidden by the first amendment the moment a woman takes it as a threat, offensive or as an obscenity, so be real careful what you say when calling out to a woman and using this as your argument.

Basically if you wouldn't want someone saying it to your mother, daughter, sister, aunt or grandma keep it to yourself. Or better yet if you don't know the lady keep yourself. 9 times out of 10 I don't take comments from strangers as compliments, I take them as unwanted and intrusive. So please help stop street harassment for everyone

Some Street Harassment Facts

Interesting Jezebel Article

Monday, October 6, 2014

Top Twenty Vampire Books You Should Read

So recently I stumbled upon an article that talked about the vampire books you SHOULD be reading, and mostly they were just crap.  I know, you maybe thinking...Why is this not in your book blog? Well because for me vampires are so much more than just a book thing, they are a fucking LIFE STYLE choice...Also I am going to self promote by vampire book here too :

You may also ask yourself... "What are your qualifications to recommend these books to me?" I have liked vampires since I was 9. I have read about them (fiction and non), seen movies, gone to plays, done research and wrote on various subjects in regards to vampires. If I could have gone to school for vampire mythology and made ANY kind of money I would have,

So with Halloween around the corner here we go!

Fiction/Sco Fi

1Dracula by Bram Stoker

During a business visit to Count Dracula's castle in Transylvania, a young English solicitor finds himself at the center of a series of horrifying incidents. Jonathan Harker is attacked by three phantom women, observes the Count's transformation from human to bat form, and discovers puncture wounds on his own neck that seem to have been made by teeth. Harker returns home upon his escape from Dracula's grim fortress, but a friend's strange malady — involving sleepwalking, inexplicable blood loss, and mysterious throat wounds — initiates a frantic vampire hunt. The popularity of Bram Stoker's 1897 horror romance is as deathless as any vampire.  Its supernatural appeal has spawned a host of film and stage adaptations, and more than a century after its initial publication, it continues to hold readers spellbound.

2)Carmilla by J-Sheridan-LeFanu

Carmilla is a Gothic novella by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu first published in 1872. It tells the story of a young woman's susceptibility to the attentions of a female vampire named Carmilla.

3)Vampyre by-John-Polidori

Polidori's short story can lay claim to being the very first story about vampires written in English. Polidori was a friend of the poets Shelley and Byron, and this story sprang from the same a after-dinner story-telling competition that led Mary Shelley to write 'Frankenstein'. This is a must-read for anyone interested in the history and origins of vampire stories in Englsih.

4)The Vampire Files by PN Elrod

 Jack Fleming, an investigative journalist in Prohibition-era Chicago who got
bitten by a vampire.

5)Interview With the Vampire by Anne Rice

Here are the confessions of a vampire. Hypnotic, shocking, and chillingly erotic, this is a novel of mesmerizing beauty and astonishing force–a story of danger and flight, of love and loss, of suspense and resolution, and of the extraordinary power of the senses.

6)Hotel Transylvania by Chelsea Quinn Yarbro

The classic tale that introduced the legendary Le Comte de Saint-Germain, first published in 1978 and spawning 14 titles in the Saint-Germain epic, is now available in paperback. A fixture in 1740s Parisian society, Saint-Germain is a perfect gentleman--and a vampire. When the fiery young Madeline falls in love with him, a group of evil sorcerers targets her for their black mass--and only Saint-Germain can save her soul.

7)Anno Dracula by Kim Newman

It is 1888 and Queen Victoria has remarried, taking as her new consort Vlad Tepes, the Wallachian Prince infamously known as Count Dracula. Peppered with familiar characters from Victorian history and fiction, the novel follows vampire Geneviève Dieudonné and Charles Beauregard of the Diogenes Club as they strive to solve the mystery of the Ripper murders.


8) Twilight Phantasies by Maggie Shayne

In two centuries of living death, Eric Marquand had never once cried out against the cruel fate that had condemned him to walk forever in shadow. But then, he found the woman he knew was his chosen one--and understood that to possess her was to destroy her...
Tamara Dey trembled at the aura of dread and despair that enshrouded this creature of the night. And yet, against all reason, she saw clearly that her destiny was eternally entwined with his, and that she must know--even welcome--the terror and the splendor of the vampire's kiss..
A creature doomed to wander the earth in eternal darkness, he searches the ages for someone to share the endless night of his existence, for that one woman who will recognize the man within the monster.

For more than a century, Maggie Montgomery has hidden her true nature from the humans around her. But when Lieutenant Sean Canady follows a trail of blood from a drained corpse to the door of her New Orleans boutique, the ethereal beauty realizes the comfortable life she's made for herself is once again in danger. Despite her fears that her secrets are no longer safe, it's the past that could ultimately be Maggie's undoing. Sean Canady, a Civil War hero, was the love of her life. Only his memory has kept her from succumbing to her darkest urges all these years. Has the murder now brought him back into her life? Between them, they must find the truth, lest their lives and their souls be lost to the darkness she has fought for so very long.
In her small town, dubbed "Dullsville," sixteen-year-old Raven -- a vampire-crazed goth-girl -- is an outcast. But not for long...
The intriguing and rumored-to-be haunted mansion on top of Benson Hill has stood vacant and boarded-up for years. That is, until its mysteriously strange new occupants move in. Who are these creepy people -- especially the handsome, dark, and elusive Alexander Sterling? Or rather, what are they? Could the town prattle actually ring true? Are they vampires? Raven, who secretly covets a vampire kiss, both at the risk of her own mortality and Alexander's loving trust, is dying to uncover the truth.
16) Morganville Vampire Series by Rachel Caine
College freshman Claire Danvers has had enough of her nightmarish dorm situation, where the popular girls never let her forget just where she ranks in the school's social scene: somewhere less than zero.
When Claire heads off-campus, the imposing old house where she finds a room may not be much better. Her new roommates don't show many signs of life. But they'll have Claire's back when the town's deepest secrets come crawling out, hungry for fresh blood.

17) Rose Blossom by Renee Travis

High school senior Rhodanthe Watson dreams of a life like any other girl her age; boyfriend, pick a good college, and find the perfect shade of lip gloss. But her reality is an overbearing and overprotective mom, and actually making it to college by surviving the heart condition she's had for years. Meeting and falling in love with Julian, a handsome and mysterious new boy at school, was never on the list, neither was finding out that he's a vampire. Being the girlfriend of a vampire has its dark side; especially when a jealous classmate decides to do something about her relationship; a move that threatens to destroy the dreams within Rhodanthe's grasp. Rhodanthe must choose between her family, the fate that's been struggling to continue beating in her chest for years and a new love that comes with a high price...immortality or death.
18) The Coldest Girl in Cold Town by Holly Black
Tana lives in a world where walled cities called Coldtowns exist. In them, quarantined monsters and humans mingle in a decadently bloody mix of predator and prey. The only problem is, once you pass through Coldtown’s gates, you can never leave.

One morning, after a perfectly ordinary party, Tana wakes up surrounded by corpses. The only other survivors of this massacre are her exasperatingly endearing ex-boyfriend, infected and on the edge, and a mysterious boy burdened with a terrible secret. Shaken and determined, Tana enters a race against the clock to save the three of them the only way she knows how: by going straight to the wicked, opulent heart of Coldtown itself.

19) Got Fangs? by Katie Maxwell

I used to think all I wanted was to have a normal life. You know, where I could be one of the crowd and blend in, so no one would know just how different I am. But now I'm stuck in the middle of Hungary with my mom, working for a traveling fair with my psychics, magicians, and other really weird people, and somehow, blending in with this crowd doesn't look so good.
20) Marked by PC and Kristen Cast
After a Vampire Tracker Marks her with a crescent moon on her forehead, 16-year-old Zoey Redbird enters the House of Night and learns that she is no average fledgling. She has been Marked as special by the vampyre Goddess Nyx and has affinities for all five elements: Air, Fire Water, Earth and Spirit. But she is not the only fledgling at the House of Night with special powers. When she discovers that the leader of the Dark Daughters, the school’s most elite club, is mis-using her Goddess-given gifts, Zoey must look deep within herself for the courage to embrace her destiny – with a little help from her new vampyre friends (or Nerd Herd, as Aphrodite calls them

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Birth of a Goblin King

Birth Story of  our son.

Our son was born at 7:27 pm on 09/14/2014, weighing six pounds 14 ounces and 20 inches long.

So, because I was a VBAC patient my doctor would not allow me to go to more than 41 weeks before scheduling an induction. I wasn’t happy with it knowing that contractions with an induction are always ten times more painful than normal contractions and my hope to have a natural birth was possibly not going to happen. Also inductions fail 40 % of the time so the increased chance of a c-section and of placental abruption goes up too.

I did everything possible to induce labor at home, I played hopscotch, jumped rope, had sex,  ate spicy food, ate egg plant Parmesan, drank castor oil (YUCK!), went for long walks, had Reiki, had labor inducing massage, used holistic medication, took primrose oil, drank raspberry leaf tea and had my membranes stripped four times.  Alas nothing worked.

Sunday morning at 7:30 am I checked into the L and D department, it took two hours before they hooked me up to the Pitocin. My husband was there as was my Doula. For three hours I handled the contractions like a champ, breathing through the pain, welcoming each rush just like Ina May taught me. I tried to relax and focus on opening up like a flower. My husband massaged my back, told me he loved me, that I was beautiful and that I was doing a wonderful job, that I was amazing. My Doula played with my hair, reminding me to stay loose, that I was strong and great. Without them I don’t know how I would have gotten through the first three hours.

My doctor came in and checked me, said I had dilated to a four and that rupturing my bag of waters would speed my labor up. I agreed and had them place internal monitors on the baby so that they could check him out and I could move around more freely. Having my BOW broken was seriously gross, just one more nasty thing that happens during pregnancy and makes me really glad my husband loves me and thinks I am beautiful no matter what.

I labored for another hour or so after that unmedicated and made no change. At this time I opted to have the epidural, I felt like I had failed, but the contractions were so painful and they were coming so close together I was exhausted and near tears, my anxiety level through the roof. After the epidural I they turned off the pitocin and I continued to labor.  After I slept for a little over an hour they checked me, still no progress. This was especially frustrating since my Bishop score had been a 6 and my cervix was favorable towards the induction.

They turned back on the pitocin and after about forty five minutes turned it back off. My baby was having lates, where the baby’s heart rate drops after the contraction, and it looked like he was not handling labor well and they were concerned that he was not going to do well if we continued the induction. My doctor, who was totally pro VBAC told me we needed to have a c- section and they were worried my baby was in distress. I asked for evidence based care before consenting to the c- section and was given it. In fact the entire staff at my hospital was pleasant and pro my birth plan and choices.

I was taken into the OR and strapped in. I was cold, anxious and nauseated. I threw up on the operating table and my loving husband who is so perfect and good didn’t even flinch, he just cleaned up the puke from my hair and the side of my face. My husband was great, he talked to me about nonsense to distract me during the surgery. He then watched them pull our little boy out of my body (which really is the oddest sensation.) Our little Goblin started crying before he was even at the clean up table with the nurses. I got skin to skin contact while Boo held him next to my chest as they sewed me up.  It was then I started to shake uncontrollably, I told Boo to take him to the nursery as much as I wanted him kept with me.

My Doula came into the OR to stay with me. I basically went into shock, I was so cold my jaw ached from trying to keep it from chattering, every part of me was frozen and shaking. I could only whisper because words wouldn’t come out in normal tones. I was taken back to my room where my mom, dad and Doula were. They had to put warm blankets on me three different times until my shaking became something controllable.

I was starving by that time, but because I had been sick so many times they didn’t want me to eat. After I held down ice chips and water I drank down two cups of chicken broth which was the best thing I had ever eaten.   It was very stressful and traumatic for me. I mean it is major surgery and my reaction to the drugs and surgery were pretty horrible, I didn’t hold Little Precious for almost more than an hour after I got into the recovery room. However my Little Precious was born perfect though smaller than I would have thought. 

The nursing staff was excellent, my husband was wonderfully supportive and my Doula a gift from the Goddess. Over all still a better experience than my youngest daughter’s birth. 

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Baby Bump Update 3 and Women's Rights.....again

Baby Bump Update # 3

So I am now 37 weeks pregnant and ready for it to be over.  Jareth has dropped down and is engaged and I am having tons of false labor contractions known as Braxton Hicks, preparing my uterus for labor. I am eating dates and drinking red raspberry leaf tea as well to help the process.

I am tired all the time and when I am not hungry I am nauseous.  I am currently two pounds lighter than I was when I got pregnant, but since I am plus size that isn’t that big a deal.

My best friend Turtle threw me a bomb ass baby shower this past Saturday and I got some amazing gifts from my friends and family, Boo’s family especially since they are all so damned crafty.

Boo tells me he is finally ready for the baby to come and is excited. I will be excited to not have to pee six times in one night. LOL Boo freezes at night and the electricity bill is ridiculously high since I am always so dang warm.  Also he would really like me to make Tacos for dinner and the thought seriously sickens me,
I have written a birth plan, we are doing a non medicated VBAC and have enlisted my good friend as a doula. I am very much looking forward to another natural birth like my first daughter.

So please little baby, it’s time to come now. Your mama is miserable and needs to no longer be pregnant.

Now onto something else:

I have been very sickened by watching the news and politics again. I hate harping on women’s rights over and over but I am tired of seeing more abortion and women’s health clinics being shut down and people thinking that it is any body’s business but the person making the decision about abortion and birth control. Personhood laws are crap. I am a pregnant woman and I can state with certainty that this baby was not a person until about two months ago. Even then, had he had something horribly wrong with him, like his skull was missing I would have had an abortion.

This is not just an American problem. A woman in Ireland tried to commit suicide rather than have her RAPISTS baby! And the law system there made her have it. She is currently under psychiatric care and has had no contact with her baby. What kind of world are we living in that a woman who is raped does not have the option to terminate thepregnancy? I will answer that. The kind of world where if you HAVE the kid your rapist can than sue for visitation and custody, that’s right.

Also I am sick to death of people bitching about women who breast feed in public.  Who cares? You damn pervert! Let the lady feed her child and if it disgusts you turn away. No one makes you put a blanket over your head when you eat and Goddess knows enough humans eat like sloppy gross pigs.  It is NOT offensive, it is simply a woman feeding her child, a child that a bunch of people would bitch about if she let scream because he or she was hungry.  If I have to see guys without their shirts on (most that SHOULD NOT BE) the American people can deal with a woman breast feeding her baby.  We don’t need to cover up and we don’t need to go somewhere else. It is a natural healthy thing to do and NO ONE should  have any say in it except the mother and child.

Well that’s my update and rant for today. Hope you have a lovely rest of your week and Bright Blessings

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Mourning my Grandma

My grandma passed away Sunday August 3rd almost exactly a month shy of her 88th birthday. She had been in a home for a while and was slowly declining. At the end she was doped up on pain killers, didn’t speak, couldn’t feed herself or even get out of bed, so it was a good thing and her time.

I have not felt as sad as I thought I would, mainly because I have been preparing for this for over a year now and I know my grandma. I know she would have hated and been embarrassed to have other people take care of her.

My grandma was a feisty stubborn woman who raised my mom and uncle by herself and worked at the Alameda Hospital for over 30 years and didn’t like being taken care of. She watching cooking shows and even once told me she enjoyed Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert. She was from Puerto Rico and came from a rather poor family. Her mother, Dolores could see the dead and speak to them. My grandma was always afraid of that and didn’t like to talk about it. Grandma was a fairly devote Catholic.

For me my grandmother dying is weird because she has always been there. My whole damn life.  From birth to 31, my grandma has helped me financially and emotionally she attended plays, recitals and graduations. She has fed and clothed me, taken me on vacations and shopping trips. There have been birthday and Christmas presents as well as “Don’t tell your mom” money.

My very favorite memories of my grandmother are:

When we were little (before 1997) she lived in a two story blue slightly rundown apartment in Alameda We visited her at least once a month. We would drive down with my mom and when we got there grandma always had rolls and roast beef and turkey so we could make sandwiches.  Then we would go shopping or sometimes to the beach.  We would have dinner at Sizzler and ice cream at Lourdes, and then come back to grandma’s house. Her apartment was a studio with a semi large kitchen and bathroom and we crowded into it, playing with our toys and a variety of odd stuffed animals my grandma always had all over the house.  In the morning we would have cereal with strawberries covered in sugar and hot chocolate, which my sisters and I would cram with as many marshmallows as possible. We would make sandwiches and pack them up for the three hour trip home.

Grandma has bought me Pleasures by Este Lauder (perfume) every Christmas from the time I was 16 until 30. Last year was the first year and knowing how depressed I was about it my mom and Boo both bought it for me.

My grandma always had a very specific smell and she had this old fashioned pink body powder container with a large white puff that my sisters and I would play with.

She had a Puerto Rican accent and I loved to listen to her talk, she would often lecture my mom about not eating right. She called me her Little Precious, because my mom was her Big Precious.

We went to Disneyland when I was about nine and I was so afraid of the deep scary voice in the Haunted Mansion ride she stood outside with me and waited for mom and my sisters to get done. When L and K came back excited I was so upset and then mom took me back through. I remember Grandma sitting with me on the bench just telling me that it was ok I was afraid but that she thought I would really enjoy myself.

There are so many more but I can’t think of any right now. I just had to put into words what an amazing, loving, funny and wonderful woman my grandma was and how much she will be missed.  My baby is coming within days of her birthday and I feel especially blessed knowing Jareth will make his entrance only a month or so after my grandma departed. Hopefully she sees him on the other side and sends him through safely with her blessings.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Dark Magic Released Today!


My newest novel has been released today. It is already available at createspace and will be available for sale on within the next few days as paper back and kindle!

Dark Magic

Kalma is a witch; not a normal witch, an immortal witch, with power over death. She is also a Princess and a middle child, which causes her no end of frustration. Wanting to feel like she is doing something with her life, Kalma embarks on a journey where she must solve the mystery of missing Death Witch children. With the help of her colorful sisters and a Servant of Death, she gets more than she bargained for, and her life and the life of her people will never be the same.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

How Criminal Minds Drove Me Insane

How Criminal Minds Drove Me Insane

(Some things may be exaggerated for comedic effect…or not )
Yes the title of this blog post is funny, but in a not so funny way.

I have recently developed a love of a TV show called Criminal Minds. It takes place in the center of the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit…You know the profilers who help catch serial killers and other super baddies.

I wanted to be a profiler when I was young (and a paleontologist, but I digress) and have had a fascination with serials killers and abnormal psychology for years. I knew then that if I went down that path it might drive me crazy and I would never have a normal life because it would consume me…So I went a different path, I’ve always regretted it a little.
This show is GREAT, they use a lot of actual terminology, science, psychology and tactics that are used in real life profiling, so I get into it. As in my husband and I start having detailed discussions about the subjects and I dream in BAU.

I started with season one about a month ago and am already into season five, finally last night I had to tell my husband we were taking a break, at least a week of not watching this intense, sometimes scary, dark and super entertaining show. I have binged watched a lot of programs and never had a problem before; Pushing  Daisies, Doctor Who, Big  Bang Theory, Community, Gilmore Girls and more…never before has my imagination jumped so far that it started to affect how I react to others.

I have always been cautionary, I try not to talk to strangers, don’t walk alone at night, meet new people in public, always tell someone where I am going, keep an eye and possibly a hand on my children at to zoo, park etc.. Constant Vigilance (Mad Eye Moody style), don’t wear ear buds on public trans or while taking a walk…All things I have learned over the years of how now to be a victim, like not helping anyone, especially guys who have broken arms or cars. (BundY!) My oldest daughter will tell you if you talk to strangers you wind up taken from your family and cut up in little pieces in a wall some place…. Simply because horrible things happen to people who don’t know the score of baddies out there.

Let me clarify, my kids are not afraid of life or people, in fact the opposite is true, so when they are smiling and waving and wanting to talk to EVERYONE, I also want them safe and to understand what can lie out there. I am the same way. I make friends easily, chat up the book store clerk, have a few drinks at the bar, but no way am I wandering into an alley with a strange dude, ya know? When we go to the book store I let my eldest take my youngest to the kid section while I browse YA and romance, but we have rules and I check in with them. I feel  like I tread the boundary between too lax and over protective really well.

However this last week I have been seeing bad guys where there are not, sometimes even in my own home. My imagination is screaming at me that there are molesters at my kid’s day care, anyone who even looks at my child for a second is suddenly a horrible pedophile and at any time my kids are going to be snatched from my front yard. I have found myself questioning the motives of family and friends in regards to their kind actions towards my daughters and I have to say, when YOU realize you are going crazy it is a new experience, especially if that experience is in extreme paranoia. 

I know my family, I know my friends, these are good awesome people who do not need some  whack a doodle  (Me) profiling them on the side just in case they are a psychopath and I feel bad for my negative dark thoughts of the past week.

Let me tell you how I finally realized I had gone way into the land of the nut job:
I always check on my kids before bed, but now I find myself checking windows and worrying about whether the noise I heard was someone breaking in to slaughter us all in the night…Trying to sleep while also trying to figure out , “was that the cat or a homicidal maniac?” Not easy.

Sunday after I took my normal pregnancy nap and dreamed….. I awoke from a nap and the house was quiet too quiet and when I went out there was no one in the house. I called the police and they found my husband dead in the park and someone had stolen my five year old.  Waking up and figuring out it was still Sunday and the house was just too quiet almost threw me into a panic, I grabbed my phone and practically darted into the living room, to find…My husband watching world cup while my youngest was taking a nap.

One of the final straws on the “You are cray cray knock it off” camel’s back came this morning. I dropped my youngest off at daycare and a man walked in after me…He didn’t have a child with him and I instantly went. THAT IS SUSPICIOUS! I signed my kid in, made sure she was properly hugged and kissed and went back to the car, on my way out I heard him simply ask about his time card….However I memorized what he looked like and what he was wearing and driving, sure that in a hour I would get a call that he was holding the day care hostage or had shot the place up, or even kidnapped some of the staff and or kids…and I WANTED TO BE ABLE TO GIVE THE POLICE AN ACCURATE DESCRIPTION.
So I am taking a break you beautifully horrible and yet addicting Criminal Minds….before I freak out and lock us all in our house with dehydrated food, a year’s supply of water and first aid and start home schooling my kids.

Bad things happen it’s life, it sucks, I do not need to think about what COULD and just deal with it if it DOES. Hopefully now the men around me will stop looking like sadist perverts and go back to normal.

Bright Blessings 

Friday, June 20, 2014

Baby Bump Update and LDS Family Services

Almost 29 weeks.

So I am officially in my third trimester. The last two weeks have been seriously sucky.
First off I fell and spent three days in the hospital in relation to said fall, apparently my blood pressure is fine, but I was very dehydrated. It’s amazing how you can think you are getting enough water, but in reality you are not. So now I have the awesome University of Utah cup that I have to drink three times a day, it comes to 96 oz of water a day and it’s really difficult, not to mention that now I practically live in the bathroom.

I had to do my glucose diabetes test this week and it was really gross. I think I am ok, but haven’t gotten my results yet. That stuff is like drinking eight oz of flat lemon lime soda with three times as much sugar. My heart rate increased but I felt ok, however as anyone who has been pregnant knows…Heart burn is like three times worse during this time and that shit gave me monster heart burn. I went home, threw up and seriously slept from 630pm-930pm, woke up long enough to chat with my husband for about an hour and make sure my girls were ok and then went back to sleep until almost6am.

My youngest daughter has spent the last five days fighting off a stomach bug that I can only pray I don’t get, I cannot afford to take time off from work.L

I feel the baby move all the time now and it is so exciting! I cannot wait for him to come. We are almost 100 % certain it’s a boy from the great ultrasound last week…Which I am not surprised about since this pregnancy has been so different than my girls.  The morning sickness was horrible for about a month or two and then went away. With my girls I was pretty much sick the ENTIRE TIME. Plus I have gotten such bad acne with this pregnancy, I hate it!  I can’t even walk right now because my lungs are being so squished I am constantly out of breath. Trying to exercise, but it is not going so well.  I also have this terrifying feeling that Jareth (that’s our little one’s name and yes it is after the Goblin King from Labyrinth) is going to come early and I am not nearly prepared enough. I literally have NOTHING but like three articles of clothing.

I just can’t wait to hand this baby to my Boo, he loves my girls like his own, but he has never had a newborn or a child that is biologically his. He is such a good daddy and I can’t wait to share this new adventure with him. I am so excited for Jareth to come and wish the time would speed up! I have never been this excited over a pregnancy before. Possibly because I know Boo will be a good daddy and actually wants all of us in his life, forever, that makes a big difference, to not feel temporary or anxious and worried all the time.

Now on too some sad news. I was just informed that LDS Family Services will no longer be providing adoption services. This service has been one of the largest adoption services in the United States and has helped many LDS Families and birth moms (LDS or not). As you may have read earlier my sister recently used this service and it was wonderful! They can afford to do adoptions much cheaper than other agencies because the service takes NO money from the state and is completely church funded.

LDS family services allows couples to adopt and it costs anywhere from 4 thousand dollars to 10 thousand dollars, depending on their income because it is subsidized by the church. Other agencies charge anywhere from 30 thousand dollars or higher.

This is horrible news! People who want to adopt a baby who needs a home should not have to pay  more than 15 thousand dollars for an adoption service, the USA might as well just make selling your children legal at this point, because honestly that is what that kind of money amounts too.

Apparently the church will still offer the supportive services, like counseling, and support groups but they will no longer be adoption brokers, apparently the church thinks less and less unwed mothers are giving their babies up for adoption.

I don’t understand how this makes any sense. I attended a support group with my sister and it included three women who gave babies up for adoption in the last two years and my sister’s social worker told me that many do not come to group, since LDS family services helps women from all over Utah and outside the state. So it isn’t even an accurate representation.

 Fine, the numbers in the last 30 years have gone from 15 percent of women to 1 percent, but since the church is supposed to be in this to help people and not for the money I find this reasoning to be absolute bull shit. Yes with birth control and the social stigma behind single moms helping with the problem of unwed mothers I understand why the number has decreased and it is a good thing! But it does not mean that there are not unwed (and wed!) mother’s out there who will find themselves in need of adoption services and help.

Personally I feel that with the fact that gay marriage will soon be legal in Utah LDS Family Services does not want to have to deal with the fact that they may be pressured into allowing gay couples to adopt babies through their service. While yes, being a church should protect them from this; it is only a matter of time before it would have happened. (AS IS SHOULD- EQUALITY FOR ALL!)

I have seen a lot of bitchy comments about how badly LDS Family services sucks. Birth fathers coming back and suing, people not knowing where their grandchildren are, mother’s not receiving support. Having just  watched my sister go through this I was to tackle some of these.

1)     My sister’s social worker had to contact a lawyer about father’s rights before doing the adoption. They had to know what kind of laws the state HE lived in had before the adoption could proceed. She was not allowed to lie to the birth father about the adoption.

2)     For the past ten years LDS Family services has primarly done open adoptions and I spoke to several women with whom this worked. If you are pissed because you don’t know where your grandchild is or how they are doing then you obviously were not a part of the process or your daughter chose a closed adoption or to not keep up communication.

3)     They have support groups and there is always private counseling if the birth mom is really doing bad. Adoption IS NOT EASY. My sister talks to her counselor almost every day and sees her about once a week. They care about what happens to the birth mother. If your daughter has had a bad time dealing with the adoption perhaps you should get off your ass and HELP HER.

I am angry and saddened by the church’s decision to cut out this service and can only hope it doesn’t determinately affect adoption culture.

On a lighter note to end this blog I ate yellow watermelon as I was writing this…still as gross as normal watermelon, but funny.