Things To Be Done

I need something. I know the things that I need. I just have to wait for them. One of the things that I needed has happened. My husband has finally started getting the treatment that he has needed for so very long. He is now taking Lyrica and Tramadol. And these two medicines have made my husband the man he was when we got married. The happy, goofy, loving guy I married has come back. He has now spent more quality time with our 3 year old son than he has in the last 2 years. He has only been taking this medicine for two days. I LOVE IT!!!!! I GOT MY HUSBAND BACK!!!!

I even felt like giving myself a hair cut the other day. I was pretty cool. My hair was getting kind of long and with several surgeries coming up, it needed to be a manageable length. I think that it probably needs to be refined a little bit, but overall it is pretty cute.

It seems to me though that I am missing out on some things. It is almost as if I am sitting back and watching a movie about my life. Like all I am doing is watching. I am in so much pain now that it hurts to even sit up for a long time. I can't hardly wait for my surgeries to be over with. Turns out I am going to be getting my hysterectomy and my gallbladder removal done at the same time!!! Yay!! That means I only have to go to the hospital once!!!! And I get to do the recovery all at once. My mom is going to come down just before and and stay for just a little bit (I hope) and then she will take Michael back with her. 
My husband seems to think that he can handle just Jonathan and me for a little while. Not sure yet how long my big guy will be gone. I do know that I am going to miss him something fierce. I do know that it is for the best as I am not even supposed to get out of bed for the first two weeks.
Well, the good news about that is that I will have ample time to work on my book. I will certainly have no excuses not to get some pages done.

Tonight is a full moon and a very beautiful one at that. I wish that it were cool enough to spend a longer time outside. But it has been so hot and dry that it even looks like fall. Dead grass and dying trees. We have not had any measurable rain in about 17 weeks now. It is now officially the worst drought that Texas has ever seen. Yay!!! ~Drips with sarcasm~

I had to go to the doctor a few days ago to get some medicine for sleep. I have not been sleeping very well. We would put the boys down between 9 and 10 pm and then we would lay down around midnight. I would lay there until about 3-4-5-6am before finally falling asleep. Like I can't get my mind to shut off. Anyway, my doctor gave me some nice pills for that. They work great! I have been sleeping like, well, just sleeping really well.
And now it is time for me to go and do just that.
Goodnight.
Blessed Be.
Bright Blessings
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Signs That You May Be a Redneck Pagan

A test that never occurred to Jeff Foxworthy

Ya know, with so many city folk moving to the country, and the old ways spreading into every corner of America, can it be too long before every segment of American society is represented in the Pagan community? Will we someday see Redneck Pagans?

Here are some signs that you, yourself, may be a Redneck Pagan...

If your ceremonial garb consists of cut-offs and a tube top...
If you think a "family tradition" is a dating club...
If you've reached the 3rd degree but not the 3rd grade...
If your coven's secret names for the God and Goddess are "Cooter" and "Sweet Cheeks"...
...you may be a Redneck Pagan.
If your ceremonial chalice says "Budweiser" on it...
If chewing tobacco is considered a sacred herb...
If your circle dance includes the words "dosey-do"...
If your altar pentacle is a photo of John Wayne's star on the Hollywood "Walk Of Fame"...
...you may be a Redneck Pagan.
Now if your coven chose it's High Priest at a belching contest...
If they chose their High Priestess at a wet t-shirt night...
If your anointing oil smells like "Old Spice"...
If you have ever refilled your chalice from a keg...
...you might just be a Redneck Pagan.
If your outdoor circle has defunct washing machines for quarter altars...
If the cakes and wine are done with a bowie-knife, a can of Foster's and Little Debbie's...
If your pantheon includes Yukon Jack, Jim Beam, and the St. Pauli Girl...
...you just might be a Redneck Pagan.
If your ritual music has ever included Johnny Cash singing "Ring of Fire"...
If you think the Wiccan Rede is good for making twig furniture...
If you believe a pentagram is a Western Union message to 5 people...
If your altar cloth says "Holiday Inn" or Howard Johnson's"...
...you just might be a Redneck Pagan.
If your Goddess picture says "Miss September" at the bottom...
Or your God statue looks a little too much like Elvis Presley...
If you have ever written a spell on the back of a Denny's menu...
If you have ever canceled a coven meeting to watch Pay-Per-View wrestling on TV.....
...you may be a Redneck Pagan.
If the Holy Wine comes in a mason jar ...
If the cakes and ale are beer and pretzels...
Or if you hold Esbats at Billy Bobs Bar and Grille...
...you might be a Redneck Pagan
And finally, if you have ever called the National Enquirer because you raised a potato that resembled the Willendorf Goddess.....
Or if you have cast a love spell on livestock......
And if you bathe only eight times a year
....you are definitely a Redneck Pagan.