tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51349742024-03-13T12:49:00.881-05:00Lost in the Wilderness, then I found Blog!Random ravings on paganism, shamanism, fine arts, rockhounding and politics.She Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.comBlogger737125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-2647545856855474532024-01-21T18:22:00.003-06:002024-01-21T18:22:38.791-06:00 New post! Zero Content!She Dances In Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11040228154899523095noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-10548671596808384302011-03-20T00:53:00.001-05:002011-03-20T00:54:45.526-05:00Finally got my password crap settled. And surprise! I have followers!One of them, I understand. My bestest best friend. The other two though. Uh... hi?She Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-29223901313572100552010-10-05T11:49:00.001-05:002010-10-05T11:49:47.577-05:00Jewelry FairBusy making sparklies for the annual jewelry fair in SL. Freebies are done, most of the photography work is done. Now to do ad copy and box stuff up for the charity vendors. As always, the charity is Oxfam.It ain't Heifer International, but it's still a damned fine charity.She Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-76649595565420514482010-09-30T14:17:00.002-05:002010-09-30T14:25:03.811-05:00The Beginning Of The TripMe: Get in the box. Stop fighting me and get in the box. The box is the only optionCat: ...Me: See? That wasn't so hardCat: meow?Me: We're taking a trip to Doggy World (the vet) I know, you would rather be stabbed with needles than visit Doggy World, but you get both! (maniacal laughter)Cat: meow? ... meow? Meow! MEEEow.Me: Keep it up and I'll She Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-44721631257261960972010-09-29T21:32:00.001-05:002010-09-29T21:32:05.052-05:00Minecraft: It Steals Your Soul... Or at least all the males in the house. My husband is happily using a cube of gravel to dig at cubes of dirt. This actually makes sense if you've spent more than 3 minutes 'playing' Minecraft.My son is alternating between crafting in Minecraft and crafting strange weapons in Dead Rising 2. Me? I blog.She Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-58896190349596188862010-09-24T12:44:00.003-05:002010-09-30T14:27:12.986-05:00"Don't you get it yet? I'm giving the land of milk and honey to YOU, not to your descendants!"Really. My son comes up with the best stuff.If you don't get it, that's what God ought to say to his people in the old testament.She Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-87074053228001538952010-09-23T00:15:00.001-05:002010-09-30T14:19:27.538-05:00Time to stab the cat...With her second daily dose of insulin.Is it worth $115 every other month to keep my 10 yr old cat from peeing blood and helping her be bouncy and playful?As long as we can afford it, yes!(The bloody urine is 'likely' a sign of infection that's caused by high blood sugar -says the Vet)Curious things about kitty diabetes:Sometimes, it's temporary.The vet said there is no "type 2 diabetes" with catsShe Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-29387049333929745462010-09-22T09:45:00.001-05:002010-09-22T09:45:18.670-05:00Spend a few years avoiding the internet and look what happens...Yeah. Google went and made me able to BLOG FROM MY LOG IN PAGE!! I shall now be able to assault my 2 readers with random crap whenever I want. Like tweeting, only with no character limits!With that, I give you:My eldest cat has diabetes. We inject her with insulin twice a day. Last night I roasted a beef. It was really really good. I caramelized some onions to cover the roast with and it caused She Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-3720593943126540972010-04-11T01:23:00.002-05:002010-09-30T14:20:47.724-05:00Yes. I'm still alive.My birth son found me on Facebook when he turned 20. He came to visit this last summer. We talk on the phone a lot. I haven't mailed his 21st b-day present yet.My jewelry business is moderately successful in SL. I'm happy with almost everything I sell, so in that - it's fantastically successful!She Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-54015848444003284362008-10-18T18:09:00.002-05:002010-09-30T14:20:11.576-05:00Home!L did great with his morning and afternoon physical therapy. No, it wasn't fun at all, and he did it. Dr. Anderson came in the afternoon and talked with L about how he was feeling. He removed the dressings, checked the incision site, checked the drain site, discussed PT and declared L fit to go home.The ride home was a little rough, but he gritted his teeth and got through it. At home, he She Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-57621178479370271282008-10-17T10:08:00.002-05:002008-10-17T12:14:37.213-05:00Recovery Watch, Day 5So much has happened! It's hard to believe it's Friday already. His second night in PICU he developed a fever. That's pretty expected for all those hours of anesthesia, all the work they did on him, and all that laying around. So he got a chest x-ray. No pneumonia. The lower part of his lungs weren't being mini balloons, they were compressed. So he had some breathing therapy.She Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-31187922896715638652008-10-13T20:22:00.003-05:002008-10-13T21:01:08.263-05:00All Is Well.We got to the hospital around 5:15 am. The next 2 hours were spent waiting, getting a room, waiting, meeting the very kind anesthesiologist, meeting someone with paperwork, meeting the surgeon, meeting the pain management team, meeting the spinal cord specialist who's sole job was to spend today monitoring for damage or paralysis, and meeting somebody else, who I forgot.It was a long She Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-56599295558463013822008-10-12T13:22:00.003-05:002008-10-12T14:29:21.399-05:00In Lieu of Flowers, Please Send POCKY.Today is L's last day of mobility for quite a while. Early tomorrow morning we'll be yawning at the hospital, then he's off to have his spine fused. Seriously, they want us there at 5:30 am. I'm overwhelmed by the number of people who are keeping him (and the whole family) in their thoughts. I'm also overwhelmed by some of the ways people try to be helpful. She Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-74114815371022640252008-09-04T02:42:00.004-05:002008-09-04T03:21:32.648-05:00And then there's life.My father in law (the step-dad one, not the bio one) had cancer a few years ago. Just a mass of tumor growing in the middle of his body. A team of surgeons opened him up and removed it; along with his gallbladder, a bit of liver and a small part of his pancreas. Just to be safe, you know? Because of his excellent health, he recovered fairly quickly and was back to playing She Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-6735697189548298952008-05-26T21:34:00.003-05:002008-05-26T22:06:23.367-05:00And now for those words.... There are a lot of sad things happening right now; and there are a lot of good things too. The good things are those little things that make life wonderful. Life is beautiful, my garden is growing, there is much love in my life. The usual stuff.And my son's high school closed. He doesn't want to go to a different school for his senior year - which doesn't leave a lot She Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-37350685028060804862008-05-22T08:24:00.000-05:002008-05-22T08:25:25.388-05:00Words go here...She Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-69237117644746417612008-01-28T08:30:00.000-06:002008-01-28T08:41:42.157-06:00Oh, And Did I Mention?.Because they opened my cervix and passed large burny tools through it, not to mention lavage tools to keep it all washed and to prevent the smoke from building up in there (which causes me to imagine vaginal smoke rings) ... A moratorium has been placed on my sex life....I'm not allowed to have intercourse for 2 months after the procedure."Oh, two months, that's not too badShe Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-39234994762946819092008-01-24T17:29:00.000-06:002008-01-24T20:56:32.100-06:00Sickness, Surgery and ... Popcorn (part 2).So the hubby-man left work and drove me to the ER, while I arranged for my mom to pick up my son after school. Emergency waiting rooms are places of weirdness, I assure you. You would think that someone capable of entering the building on their own two feet would be way down on the list of people being treated; while people being carried in would be She Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-92197254616447708732008-01-24T09:13:00.000-06:002008-01-24T17:05:41.110-06:00Sickness, Surgery and... Popcorn (part 1).Yeah, I know. It's been forever. On to the story of what's happened to me!*WARNING - THIS PARAGRAPH CONTAINS TMI* (Too much information, over sharing, roughing the reader)I've been having menstrual problems for a while now. Every time I had a little spotting during ovulation, I'd google around and read that it's totally normal for someone my age. Every She Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-35040211912817759882007-08-20T01:16:00.000-05:002007-08-20T01:52:59.892-05:00It Had To Happen Sooner Or Later. I've spent years wondering if maybe I'm overprotective of my son. If maybe I do too much for him, and let him stand on his own too little. Today I found out what kind of man my 16 yr old has grown into.He went two blocks away to the local 7-11 to buy some soda. On his way back, he encountered 6 teenagers. One asked for a soda. My son said, "No" and kept walking. She Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-83443739493732528852007-06-15T15:44:00.000-05:002007-06-15T15:51:26.867-05:00Discovering.Sinbad the Third, king of the cage and eater of mice and rats has passed away. He'd been going through a quiet phase, he usually does around this time of year. But he'd get active when I put food in his cage. Either his last meal bit him and I didn't notice, or he died of old age. Either way, I've been trying to find the source of a smell in the bedroom for DAYS. The hubby man She Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-83956854782113826012007-05-31T04:46:00.000-05:002007-05-31T04:47:11.352-05:00grumbleI keep forgetting my google account that I have to use to get into bloggerShe Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-31379621553291320812007-04-10T07:08:00.000-05:002007-04-10T07:13:33.458-05:00Hm .My firstborn son is 18 years and half a day old now. He's officially old enough to go looking for his birth mom (me).I don't really know what to say about it.I spent 18 years wondering what this day would be like. It was pretty much like any other day, except late last night I suddenly started crying like crazy. I wasn't sad, or happy. I was just emotionally overwhelmed.The hubby man held me She Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-15914044327277081702007-04-03T14:42:00.000-05:002007-04-03T15:14:33.254-05:00You People Are Weird . My recent site stats show a huge interest in the close up shot of my stitches. If someone out there suffered an injury similar to my own, I feel for you. To the person who searched for: how to protect self from animals in the wilderness ...Generally, if they know you're coming, they'll get out of your way. If you stumble across a bear cub, get the hell outta there fast. She Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5134974.post-40452008898179548512007-03-30T08:21:00.000-05:002007-03-30T08:45:31.126-05:00Oh, What A Beautiful Morning! .I tell ya, there are mornings - there are beautiful mornings - and then there is *this* morning.I should put it in perspective. Last night I went to bed later than I'd hoped to. I had trouble falling asleep because my foot hurt that much, and it was too late at night to take even half a pain pill.And yet,I slept soundly and awoke refreshed. I woke early too. None ofShe Dances in Dragonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10516981271944741323noreply@blogger.com2