Hey Again Folks!!!

I’m so sorry that I haven’t been back in awhile. I’ve been off working on job applications, as well as taming my Facebook addiction. Yeah. I think I’ll start with the subject of Facebook applications. If any of my friends have noticed that I’ve been fairly quiet on Facebook recently, it’s because I’m frankly getting bored. There’s only so many times that you can go back to each application before you get bored with it. I think that’s happened to so many of the ones I used to like to do. I used to have so many (and even less of a life). Then one day I decided that I only needed several to keep me away from the real world. Almost as a distraction as I eat my breakfast in the morning. Then the ones that I couldn’t do in that hour and a half were cut, due to that time crunch.

As to what I’ve been up to instead of sitting in front of the computer? Well, now that it’s less than a month till the holidays (and MORE importantly, MAGFEST), I’ve been working on my scarfs a lot more.

I want to deliver them the evening of December 21st, so those that want to help me bring them to local hospitals just have to let me know. I’m practically begging for help this year. . . Please. Those that are spending their holidays in the hospital due to chemo treatments need to know that we’re thinking of them and praying for their swift recovery. If you do nothing else to help your community this year, come prepared with home made warm-weather wear.

Another thing I’ve been doing, is working on putting the final touches on Empty’s present. As a Wiccian, Yule is actually early than the Christian holiday of Christmas. But I celebrate both, because my family is the latter. Both sides, actually. As is Empty’s family. So things have been twice as stressful in my apartment. See, it’s hard to go all out on the celebration this year with no money coming in on my end. Therefore, I’m trying to be as frugal as I possibly can. I know with a bad economy this year, ALL of our gifts are apt to be less expensive. That fact makes me feel a bit better, but there are many things that are getting skipped over. Mostly hanging out with my out of state Wiccian friends. That was the first thing to go, really.

Don’t get me wrong. I absolutely love my family. They’re the only people that see you for who you really are, and don’t give a flying fuck. They all drive me crazy beyond belief, but they’re great people down below somewhere. Even those that are refusing to say in state because they can’t handle things well. Just because you have some imaginary beef with several members of your family doesn’t mean that you can not show up and try to be civil during the holidays.

I get that my grandmother’s human and has her own issues, but does she HAVE to take it out on everybody but the one she’s supposedly mad at? What the hell am I talking about? It has a lot to deal with something my grandmother told me back a few years ago. It’s kinda personal, and I don’t think she would appreciate me talking about it on the web. But this issue she talked to me about has a lot to do with the bullshit that she’s been spilling into her relationship with my mom, and therefore between her and my sister and I. She doesn’t handle things well. She disappointments the entire family recently by saying that she’s not going to be in the state for the holidays. She doesn’t handle things well. A relationship between her and I has become so poisoned that I was kinda GLAD that the bitch doesn’t want to spread her ugliness around us during the holidays. But the other part of me really wants her to be there. She is, after all, my blood. My grandmother. . .


Another button pusher around holiday time in our family seems to be the difference in religion on my part. But my usual beef with the religion thing will probably ALWAYS apply here, because we just don’t see eye-to-eye on it.

Just so you know, my lack of faith in Jesus as the son of God does not make me evil. I’m still a good person at heart. I just don’t worship the same as most of the known world. I get scared like you all do. I help my fellow man when I can. I believe that there’s some deity out there playing with my fate strings. I know that I don’t completely control my destiny, and I’m okay with that. I use this time of year to prepare for the new year. And by new year I’m referring to Yule, the Winter Solstice (also known as the first day of Winter). I celebrate the light’s returning. I light lots of candles to light the dark until the sunrise. Tell me, would you consider my custom evil?

Anyway, now that I’ve got my rant out of the way, I hope you can understand how much my family’s opinion of me rules the way I view things with them. Back to what I was talking about before I started my rant.

Oh yeah. I was talking about my stress. You can see that celebrating two different holidays can get to you after awhile. I guess I never realized how much I spent on people’s gifts, wrapping paper, and other miscellaneous preparatory stuff until Empty and I moved in together last year. Or how much time it ACTUALLY takes to send out the cards to people. Or how much postage you need to cover everything. Or how much time it takes to knit 15 scarves for people you never met.

You see, I’ve left 5 scarves to the last minute. That’s ANOTHER tick to why I’m stressed. I don’t want to disappoint the Cancer patients during the holiday season by coming up short. Hence my urgent plea for more help. I can’t stress how important that it is for me to make sure we’re prepared for the number of patients spending their holidays in the hospital. You know, Empty having Cancer and spending his 21st birthday in the hospital was bad enough. But to spend the holidays in the hospital and isolated away from their families in the hospital getting the harsh chemo treatments. It breaks my heart. 😦


Oh, and mixed in with all the stress of the holidays, I have to worry about making plans for MAGFEST. As some of Empty’s online friends mentioned last year, we almost have to prepare for every contingency. Almost as if we were going off to war or something. Lots of electronics get put on the list, as well as small foodstuff.

Magfest is great. I’m actually working it this year, and Empty (if you haven’t already seen his posts about the subject) is speed running 5 games in a Charity Marathon. Here’s the link, if you want any more details.

So, with that, I have to worry about how I’m going to do my 25 hours working in the Game room and then go cheer Empty on as he does his speedruns.

So, my current stress level has been gone off the charts because of all that stuff too. But once it is ACTUALLY happening, it’ll all be worth the stress. It always has.

Since we’ve talked, I’ve been working with first graders learn how to read with the Guided Reading program at Maple Hill Elementary School in Naugatuck. It’s awesome to see how much they’ve improved since the beginning of the year. Also, it’s time to be doing some testing with them too. Before they go on Winter Break, Mrs. Fickel (their teacher) has to test them to know where they are in the longer list of words they need to know in order to leave the first grade. Also, Parent-Teacher conferences. I give her a lot of credit for dealing with all this stuff for as long as she has. I had her when I was in first grade. I remember loving her so much, that I wanted to be a teacher. Just like her. Somehow, that dream got sidetracked. I’ve been trying, a lot lately, to find out how I got so far off track from that dream.

I’ve come to love those kids, even the trouble makers. Probably more than I got to love the kids in my U 5/6 soccer team, if that’s at all possible. I can almost see why Mrs. Fickel has kept going with her job. Seeing the couple of groups I’ve worked with improve as much as they have has been very satisfying. Even with the trouble makers and the stress of Parent-Teacher conferences, I can see that Mrs. Fickel feels VERY satisfied with her job at the end of the day. I have begun to see that I want that. Getting there, however, is part of the problem.



Let’s see, I’ve pretty much given up on the calorie count. It wasn’t really getting me anywhere because of the fact that I never wrote anything down as I was chowing down on it. But that’s all I REALLY want to say on the matter.

So before I leave you, I’ll leave you a nugget of information. Empty’s mother got the results of Mitzy’s toxicology report recently. It looks as if the only things in Mitzy’s system that night, were a bit of alcohol and some coffee. We got to find out from that report, that Mitzy had some form of heart problem that she didn’t even share with her sisters. And mind you, they were all so close. . .

Alright folks, time for me to get back to the scarfs and other projects. I hope to see you soon.
Blessed Be and Happy Holidays everyone!
Silverluna

Why, hello there . . .

Alright. This week, not too much has been happening in my neck of the woods. Just did a lot of cleaning up and thinking about my cousin and her husband-to-be. Been thinking that maybe I was a little mean to him in a past blog. But my true intention was to state that there are things that women like to change about their men, but never can. No matter how much we want to. I was stating the fact that everyone I’ve ever known (including myself) has something that they need to have just so in order to move on to another thing. That’s all. No disrespect to my future cousin-in-law meant. I’m sorry if it hurts anyone that I speak




I’ve always been a chica that thinks like a dude. Sex on the brain alot. All my thoughts tend to side with the dirty. I have to have things spelled out for me sometimes. I don’t take hints well. You know, like a dude. But my thoughts race around and almost don’t connect like any girlfriend I’ve ever had.




Okay, I’ve been reading up on my news recently, and I’m surprised at the world the way it is. When the hell did we get so closed-minded? People taking objection to what amounts to other people’s business. Who cares what people do on their free time?
I’m going to go on my soap box tonight and ask, when the hell did the constitution get written to say that religion is included in state business? A separation of church and state!!! Banning Gay marriage on the basis that the bible says that marriage should be 1 man and 1 woman is VERY closed-minded, and not letting them be happy is just BULLSHIT!!! It’s also closed-minded and immoral.
We have a saying in Wiccianism. “An if it harm none, do as ye will.” What this means, is that if someone isn’t hurting oneself or someone else, then do what the hell you want. Write spells and celebrate anyway you want. I believe that banning Gay marriage is a direct violation of this natural instinct to be happy. The so-called conservatives of today’s society are harming people’s wishes to be happy with one another, based on the fact that they happen to be gay. There’s nothing “un-natural” about being in love with a woman if you happen to me a woman, or being in love with a man if you’re a man, mostly because one cannot judge what is natural. Nature is the trees. Not the “right way of loving” or the “right way of being.” Mother Nature means for us to be happy, at all costs.
You have to wonder, if you believe in a god that causes you to be so closed-minded, can it be worth it?
No, I don’t think that a higher power would say that he would want you to be unhappy, just because you happen to love someone of the same sex. Just as an FYI, the bible was written by a bunch of mortals. A so-called higher power may have “told” those individuals to write such rubbish about homosexuality being wrong, but where’s your proof? These individuals lived so long ago. They may have been just crack-pot old fools who smoked a little too much doobage and had a “vision” while still under the influence. Who the hell knows.

What got me thinking about all the above? Well, I found a video on the Onion that pissed me off. I know half of their shit is fake, but the message was what did it. The individual being interviewed said something about how gay people are trying to get around the loophole in the same-sex marriage ban by getting a sex change. That some people think that there should be a thorough investigation to make sure the “parts are real.” It’s a funny thought to think about, but VERY closed-minded. . . I honestly don’t know if the video was real or not, but I wanted to comment on it. And there you have it. . .




The second thing that caught my eye, was the following article on CNN.
Can you believe the nerve of this guy? I mean, who does he think he is. It’s not fair to those families of soldiers that might need a mouthpiece in Washington. People like that are despicable and MAKE ME SICK!!!




Okay, some good news. My cousin is getting married on Saturday. I’M nervous for her. I can’t imagine the stress she’s been under. I do wish her the best of luck.
Also, my brother made it in from California just over 2 hours ago, after his original flight being canceled at the last minute. That’s always good news. Can’t wait to see him again. I miss him like crazy, even if I didn’t see him much before when we WERE living in the same house. But that’s another story altogether. . .

Weigh In: 214.2 lbs.
That’s a loss of 2 lbs. Yay me!!!

Anyway, I should go. I have to be up to finish all my chores before we have to head to Albany for the wedding Saturday morning. I’ll try to come back early next week to fill you in on the ceremony and such. Later Gator!!!

Hello world!

Hello all.  I am a CT-born writer by the name of Silverluna Goldenhue.  Please feel free to call my by my nickname, Silverluna.  That’s the name that I’ll be going by whenever I get myself going enough to get published.

The reason I created a blog???

Well, I was told by my Aunt (who has one), that this might be just the thing I need to get rid of my broken writer’s talent.  Most people call it writer’s block, and usually have some way of getting rid of it to move on in whatever storyline they’ve been working on.  Yeah!  Not with me, so much.  I think I have the dream of being published, but not the how of how to do so.  I seem to start a lot of good stories and just get BORED.  I don’t know.  I’ve tried making myself free-write, and writing SOMETHING in a journal (garbage or not).  Also, I’ve tried re-writes until I’m happy with the text.  Tried going for walks, and other distractions.  If anybody has any ideas about how to help me, let me know.

I currently have a novel series about a coven on Wiccian Vampire Witches who go overseas on a pirate ship where the Captain is a mind reader.  Romance novel, if you MUST know.  Heroine: Morgana.  Hero: Djin.

Originally, I wanted it to be an accurate representation of what the Wiccian Dianic tradition really is like.  Mostly because I AM of the faith, and was sick of being told that all Wiccians are evil, and therefore I was too.  (Don’t get me started on that track, or you’ll just get bored, and I DO want you around past this first entry. . . )

Lately, it’s become a large piece of fantasy.  Which is good, I suppose, because I AM writing fiction and not non-fiction.

But hey.  Let’s have a bit about myself.  I’m pretty much a freak for music.  I met my fiancee during a music concert in High school.  We have our 9th dating anniversary coming up today.  June 2nd.  Have plans to have a small ceremony.  Eventually.  I’m not really in a big rush, as much as most people I know have been.  He and I have the joke going between us that we’ve been practically married for years anyway.  Been living together for almost a year now, so that’s pretty much as big a commitment as one can get.

My cousin is getting married in two weeks, and they’re waiting until this week to start living together.  I wish her luck, considering all the shit I’ve heard about his “freakiness.”  I mean, he’ll just fit in with the rest of my family.  We all have our quirks.

I’m extremely anal about how stuff gets done around the apartment, and I’m sure that I’ve been driving my hunny NUTS!!!  But the combining of the individual into a couple gets interesting.  So, good luck cousin darling with that man of yours.  The roosters will NOT stop their endless moving, no matter how you yell at him to stop moving them.  Bitching does not work.  Some things, you’ll learn, are not worth the arguement.  It’s a fable that the female sex compromises less in the relationship, remember that . . .

Ok.  Rant over.

You’ll notice that it’s now 2:47 AM EST.  I’m guessing that I’m starting to exhibit the early signs of insomnia. . .  Heaven above, I hope not!!!